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Asahi Azumane || Steeped in Love ☕

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His love is like the warmth that seeps into your hands as you cradle a steaming mug, his kiss that very first sip of your favorite blend…

↠ Inspired by my all-consuming love for Asahi, ya know how it be. Prompts taken from this list.

↠ Requested By: No one, technically. ((but my girl @screamin-abt-haikyuu mentioned that Asahi’s tag was looking a bit bony these days so here I am answering the call lol)) ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluffy-fluff ((but this is still an 18+ blog, my dudes, so minors need to keep away)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip. ↠ CW for my alluding to Asahi’s dad being a traditionalist prick. I don’t go super into detail here, but suffice it to say he wasn’t exactly thrilled over his son’s ‘softer’ hobbies. It’s a v. brief mention tho, but I thought I’d give y’all a head’s up just in case. ↠ Also no betas—we die like grammatically incorrect men here. ↠ Total WC: ~11.6k ((…I need help…))

Lemon Tea || What are mornings like with them?

↠ As we’ve seen in the anime (i.e. that one scene where Noya’s rude, crackhead early bird ass blinds everyone by throwing open the curtains), Asahi isn’t exactly a morning person.

↠ Absolutely the type to set four alarms, all staggered by five minutes, and starting ten minutes before he actually needs to be up. Dude may hate waking up, but the last lingering vestiges of his social anxiety means that he actually really hates being late for stuff as the potential for being stared at because of it is a big ol’ nope for him.

↠ Luckily for him he can do a fair bit of his work from home if he so chooses.

↠ …personal HC time? Personal HC time.

So we know he becomes a fashion designer, yeah? Well I like to think that he was able to get a fairly decent job straight out of school, but like obvi it was entry level. The fashion house he worked for mostly dealt in eveningwear, specifically gowns, with their sister house focusing more on suits and the like.

Personally he always preferred designing women’s clothing over men’s as there’s just more variety there, but gowns in particular have always held a special place in his heart thanks to his grandmother. She was an opera singer, and while she never received a level of international acclaim, she was p. famous in her home country. As a result of her profession she had a sizable collection of gowns.

Whenever they spent time together—which wasn’t nearly as often as either of them would have liked because she lived in Tokyo—they’d always end up in her massive closet, sat on the cushy chaste lounge with tea and cookies, while she showed him her gowns and told him about the memories connected to each one. He found the intricate stitching, elaborate bead work, fine materials, and flattering cuts to be just as interesting as the stories themselves, a thing that tickled the woman to no end.

Eventually he tried his hand at drawing some mock-ups (because I am 100% convinced that homie can draw, you can try prying this HC from my cold, dead hands but you won’t get far). Sometimes he’d make exact replicas other times original pieces, with his efforts getting better as he got older and more versed in drawing/designing.

And his grandma, god bless her, kept every last one of the sketches that he gave her. Had a special binder with the little plastic sleeves and everything to preserve them. She was one of the kinder, more gentle people in his life, always encouraging his artistic abilities and just generally nurturing him/cheering him on.

She was definitely the first person to encourage him to take up sewing and clothing design as a legitimate hobby in hopes that it would potentially lead to a career. She even went so far as to get him a sewing machine for his birthday one year.

To say his dad was… less than amused by this would be an extreme practice in understatement. Without getting too into the darker aspects of the way I personally canon his childhood, suffice it to say he was forced into sports shortly thereafter. Luckily he actually liked volleyball and had a natural affinity so it wasn’t too traumatic a thing for him.

Looping back around to my original point—he has always loved designing gowns, but everything reaches a point of stagnation. A few years in he starts to get burnt out and restless, but he’s doing well (both monetarily and position-wise) and honestly has no real reason to complain outside of a lack of inspiration—a thing, that for creative types, is akin to torture.

So to make a long story even longer, he starts drawing up designs for menswear on his own time. Not only is it a complete change of pace, but he can be a potential solution instead of complaining about the lack of options. Designs range from formal pieces to streetwear, the latter of which he never paid too much attention to once he graduated.

He’s always been more of button-down, peacoat, Chelsea boot kinda guy, so while he did appreciate the expression of vibrant colors, bold patterns, and baggy cuts it was never his personal aesthetic, yanno? Once he started designing it, however, he kinda fell in love?

This eventually leads to him changing tracks, and that eventually leads to him starting up his own company which leads us to present day.

↠ Why yes that was indeed just my really convoluted way of saying he’s a self-employed designer, thanks for noticing lmfao…

↠ Because of this he can work from home p. much whenever he wants, but he finds that he’s more productive when he’s in a dedicated space. He does have a home office, but… it’s still at home lol. Some days he’s disciplined enough to pull it off, but most days he’d rather just bite the bullet and go in. Plus he thinks it’s better for his employees to have him on site just in case they need him for whatever reason.

↠ On days when he’s going in to work he’s simultaneously draggy and efficient in his movements. He does everything damn near in slow motion, but he somehow manages to get done in a timely manner, like??

Umm, sir, how???

If you don’t have to be awake yet he’ll take care not to disturb you as he goes about his morning routine. Result vary as his coordination is kinda shot for like the first ten or so minutes after waking lol.

If he does wake you he’ll try to lull you back to sleep with gentle hands and shushes, sheepishly promising to make it up to you somehow should you fail to drift back off.

If you never wake in the first place he’ll press a sweet lil kiss to whatever part of you he can reach easily, telling you that he loves you and misses you already and that he’s looking forward to seeing you again when you both get home. He’ll give you one more peck, and after telling you that he hopes you’ll have a good day, he finally takes his leave.

((Uggggh. He’s so precious, somebody stop this man ;n;))

If you have to be up at a similar time he’ll greet you with a quick “Hey sweetie” and a kiss, but don’t expect to get too much conversation out of him until he’s dressed, aka at the end of his routine. It takes his brain that long to boot up enough to offer up a more substantial response than a grunt of acknowledgement lol.

Ofc this doesn’t mean that he’s not listening, and if you have something important to say he’ll do his best to focus and respond, but honestly he’s so out of it when he first wakes up you might as well just wait a bit if you can (or better yet talk to him about it the night before if at all possible).

Definitely has one of those fancy coffee makers with a timer so that he always has a fresh pot hot and at the ready. If you don’t drink coffee he’ll make sure to have your beverage of choice ready for you as well, perfectly made to your preferred specs because he’s thoughtful like that.

Will also make sure that you have a thermos of water to take with you because if his former years of being an athlete has taught him anything it’s that hydration is hella important. He’ll legit scold you if he thinks you’re not drinking enough water or just not taking care of yourself as well as you should be in general, but that’s a HC for another day…

In a similar vein he’s v. much into food prep so he’s usually able to whip up something simple for breakfast. He prefers to have warm stuff in the morning, regardless of the season, so miso and rice is his go-to, tho if he wants something a bit more refreshing/lighter he’s not opposed to a parfait or maybe a bit of fruit and toast.

Really likes western style breakfast foods too, but can’t be bothered to cook them most mornings. In fact breakfast food are kinda his overall favorite. Because of this you have breakfast for dinner at least a couple of times a month; the style of said breakfast varies based on what you’re both in the mood for.

↠ If he’s working from home the process is p. much the same, just done slower because he’s not as tightly bound to a schedule as he otherwise would be. His day still has structure, naturally, but he’s a bit freer to take it at his own pace.

↠ On days when you can both sleep in tho? Oh. Boy.

Hope you like having 6+ feet and like 200 pounds of man curled around and-or on top of you lmao.

I personally canon him as capping out at 6’3” because I am a giant ~heaux~ for tall, beefy men, but that’s beside the point. Asahi’s a big boy that can dwarf most people, at least in height (and really everything else too, like have you seen him?? He’s so broad I wanna climb him ;n;)—that’s it, that’s the point I’m trying to make here.

He’s also p. clingy when sleepy. In fact I see him as being v. touchy with his s/o in general. Not exactly clingy in his waking hours per se, but rather just very physically affectionate. It’s one of the main ways he expresses his love, but like only with those extremely close to him.

It’ll probably surprise you how touchy he gets once you get deeper into your relationship, as he was always v. careful to be respectful when it came to touch at the start of things. Back then he was always so worried about making you uncomfortable—blame the phantom whispers of ‘He’s so intimidating!’ and the like that still curled around in his head—but if you’re at the point where you’re sharing a bed he’s obviously over that bit.

He’s what we in the business like to call a ‘strong cuddler’, meaning that once he’s got your ass in his kung-fu action grip you’re gonna be hard pressed to get out. If you do manage to escape he’s gonna try to pull you back in, so uhh, you might want to move fast lmao. If he can’t find you he’s gonna whine until you either give in and join him or he knocks back out.

He’s one of those people that can sleep for like twelve hours straight if given the opportunity, so sleeping in until noon isn’t unheard of. The thing is tho, he has no real reason for it. Like yeah, occasionally his work’ll keep him awake well past his bedtime, but for the most part he keeps decent hours.

He’s just one of those people that can sleep a lot ig, but at the same time doesn’t actually need to?? So long as he gets at least six hours he’s good. It’s weird, he’s weird, but he cute so we’ll let it ride.

↠ He loves to cook with you just as much as he loves to cook for you, so whenever y’all get up he’ll insist on making breakfast.

He’ll rarely if ever leave the task up to you alone, not because he thinks you’re incompetent, but because cooking’s one of those things that he equates with a really gentle and caring form of love.

His mom was a housewife, and as such she always made sure that her family was well fed. She always told Asahi that every dish was made with love, and he believed her; he could almost swear that he could feel all of the care and adoration that she had for them in each bite.

And so now he sees food as yet another way to share his feelings with you. It’s a v. subtle a thing, one that you probably won’t even know the full depth of unless you ask him about it (which I really have to insist on because seeing him with his cheeks glowing as he explains it to you is a sight that you need in your life, trust me).

Basically it allows for him to express his care in a way that doesn’t come off as being ‘too much’ or smothering—impressions that he still worries about giving off from time to time.

If you’re really insistent on being the sole chef that day just turn it on him. Tell him that you want to be the one to look after him today and he’ll fold like a gd accordion lol. Just be prepared to have him watching your every move like some love-sick thing. He’ll give you the gooiest look from where he has his head propped up against his palm, mouth set in a sweet lil smile and his cheeks lightly flushed and ahhhh~

((I am S A W F T for this man, do you hear me??))

However breakfast shakes out, you’ll end up eating it in bed. Is this a good idea? Eh… I mean, there has been a spill or two, but who’s counting? Asahi certainly thinks that the comfort and excellent company make up for any messes that may occur.

You’ll be talking about everything and nothing, with the conversation flowing easy thanks to how well you’ve come to know each other. Seeing him so comfortable and carefree is just so lovely, like yes bby, thrive, if anyone deserves it, it’s you!! ((I’m just really out here flashing my simp card hard tonight, huh?))

If you don’t have any plans for the day he’ll totally advocate for spending a bit more time in bed…

…What you do or do not get up to will be left up to your imagination/discretion lol.

If you’re just chilling he’ll be up for chatting more or you can pull up a show on your laptop or even browse through your socials on your phone; he’s not too picky so long as he gets to cuddle you. This’ll go on until you’re either both out again or the day demands its due.

↠ Overall mornings with Asahi are simple affairs filled with a quiet affection that will linger throughout the day, regardless of if he’s around to actively share it with you or not.

Peppermint Tea || What do they get excited about?

↠ Personally I don’t see Asahi as being an overly excitable person. This isn’t to say that he doesn’t get hyped over stuff, but rather that it’s rarely a super overt showing. Naturally there are things that can pull a super visceral reaction for him, but if were talking just like regular-degular excitement he’s more on the low-key side.

↠ Usually the easiest way to tell that he’s super into something is the fact that he won’t stop talking about it. It’s a subconscious thing, and if he actually realizes that he’s doing it he’ll stop immediately as he doesn’t want to bore and-or annoy people. ((As if his rambling isn’t one of the cutest things ever, smh…))

↠ Unsurprisingly he talks about you a fair bit lol. That’s the one topic that he’ll go on about at length with no real qualms. After all, you are one of the most interesting people he knows, and others should have the pleasure of knowing you, even if it’s just through his words.

↠ Aside from your relationship he’s still got a love for volleyball so that’s a thing that’ll get him going.

Definitely has season passes, and is an ardent supporter of MSBY as well as the Adlers. He refuses to pick a side as each team hosts his former teammates and friends and are thusly both deserving of his love and support lol.

Tho he would love to see every game live that obviously isn’t a realistic possibility so he settles for recording them instead. Will avoid all forms of social media until he watches said recordings so as not to have anything spoiled for him.

Regardless of if it’s live or not, he’d love it for you to watch it with him. If you’re just not interested he gets that, it’s not everyone’s thing, but if you are prepare to get a crash course in Volleyball 101 from Asahi Azumane, former Ace lol.

If you’re watching a recording he’ll be pause it as often as he needs to, to explain things or answer any questions you may have. Same goes for a live game, sans pausing, ofc. You would think that this would cut into his enjoyment, but it actually adds to it. He’s so happy that you’re willing to share one of his greatest passions with him, and more than a little proud to be the one to teach you about it.

But if you’re already and avid and well-learned fan? Bruh. He’ll legit spend hours talking about the intricacies of the sport as well as debating you on various topics concerning the game/players.

…may or may not get a little weak in the knees if he hears you talking volleyball with your friends because wow, my baby’s so into this, and so knowledgeable too! It’s so cute, you’re so cute, and he’s so cute too, I honestly cannot…

↠ Other than that he’s more people focused, so he gets really excited for the things that those closest to him are excited about.

The new season from that series you love about to drop? Hells yeah, go on a tangent about the thing and take him with you, pls lol.

Suga’s class all passed their latest test and he’s all smiles because of it which means Asahi is likewise beaming when he tells you about it. He’s so damn proud that you’d swear they were his students.

Hinata just posted a pic on his Insta about something that’s got him hype and Best Boy’s among the first to comment, matching his fervor with a flurry of emojis and an abundance of exclamation points.

I’ve said it before, but dude’s hella in tune with the emotions of those around him, and if said emotions are positive he has a habit of parroting them. With most that would have the potential of seeming disingenuous/annoying, but with him it’s so apparent that he’s genuinely happy that it doesn’t come off that way at all.

↠ Now as far as fashion goes, while he is passionate about it, it isn’t really something he talks about too often unless something really strikes his fancy. By his estimation that’s a hair too close to shoptalk, and he’d rather leave that type of stuff for work hours. Ofc if you want to gab about it he’s more than willing; talking about it doesn’t bother him or stress him out or anything like that, it’s just not something that he’ll go on about on his own, yanno?

Chamomile Tea || What is their sleep schedule like? Does it change around their s/o?

↠ I kinda touched on this in my first answer, but for the sake of the prompt…

↠ Aside from his ability to sleep for disturbingly long times, it’s pretty standard. This is due in large part to his work hours being set. Providing a project doesn’t require him to work through the night, he’ll be in bed no later than midnight; as he doesn’t usually wake until eight am that gives him a full night’s rest.

↠ He may not be an early bird, but he’s not really a night owl either. He’s not super big on late nights as they tend to throw off his sleep schedule which only makes mornings harder on him.

↠ Your sleep schedule doesn’t affect his too much as he goes to sleep late-ish anyway. That said, he hates the thought of leaving you awake all alone, so if you’re pulling an all-nighter for whatever reason he’s gonna stay up with you. The occasional late night doesn’t bother him, but if this becomes a regular thing you’ll start to see the wear-n-tear fairly quickly.

↠ If you are prone to staying up all night, he’s gonna look into helping with that regardless of the reason. Sleep’s super important to your health, so if something’s messing with that—be it an asshole boss and-or co-workers piling more on you than what’s fair or insomnia or whatever else—he’s gonna try to find a way to lessen the strain.

Earl Grey Tea || How did they court their s/o?

↠ He kinda doesn’t??

↠ If you’ve read my Love You Like I Do series, you’re well aware of the fact that in my… lore? I guess we’ll call it?? But yeah, in that things between the two of you start off rough. You just unnerve him so much, casting away all of his hard earned calm with even the most innocuous of actions. This leads to him avoiding you when he can, tripping over his words (and actual objects) when he can’t lmao.

↠ Eventually he gets ahold of himself enough to pursue a friendship with you, with things progressing from there until he’s finally blurting out a confession at you—and I do mean at you because this was in no way planned nor were either of you prepared for it.

The pair of you are just chilling out, yanno laughing and just sharing the space, when he looks over at you and thinks, They’re perfect. They’re prefect I can’t do this anymore.

The first half of that thought is common enough as he’s been down bad from jump, but not even he is entirely sure what his brain means by that second part—well not until his lips start moving without his permission that is lmao.

He word vomits months, possibly even years’ worth of repressed adoration at a speed that you can barely even comprehend. What you do manage to catch is that fact that he doesn’t think that he “–can be your friend anymore” and that leaves your heart dropping into your stomach.

Your dread and sorrow must be showing on your face because now he’s apologizing for burdening you with his feelings, and you’re trying to reassure him through your own pain that’s it’s okay and if he wants to part ways he shouldn’t feel bad about that, and then he’s all like–

? ? ?

!!!

On the one hand he’s relieved that you’re not rejecting him yet, but on the other you look like you’re on the verge of tears and this is not how he wanted this to go, at all, but he’s here now and he’s gotta make it right. And so he steels himself with a deep breath before gathering up your hands into his own and trying again.

The contact is unexpected as this is hardly a thing someone who’s trying to end a friendship would do, plus there’s the whole ‘he rarely if ever touches you casually let alone like this’ bit. But you’re too confused (and low-key shook) to do much besides go with it, so you just hold on to him as tightly as he’s holding you and listen.

By the time he’s laid out the whole of his feelings your eyes are glassy for another reason entirely. You’ve been feelin’ him for a long time now, maybe even as long as he’s been down for you, so to suddenly find that your feelings are not only reciprocated (a thing that you suspected but were never entirely sure of) but can now manifest themselves in the form of a relationship??

I think it’s fair to say at that point that you have ascended lol.

Asahi definitely sheds a few tears himself once you agree to be his, and if you cry as well it’s gonna turn into a full on feels-fest. But as I said in my other HC, if you want to reset him just give him a smooch. It doesn’t have to be anything too involved—hell, it doesn’t even have to be on the mouth. Just press your lips to his forehead or even just the back of his hand and watch him bluescreen lmao.

He’ll flush a vibrant shade of red from scalp to sole, all the while stuttering and trying to hide his face away in anything that’ll cover him lol. It’s cute af, but try to resist the urge to tease him too much or he might legit combust.

↠ So yeah, you guys never really have a traditional courting phase as you just kinda shifted your friendship over into something heavier.

↠ Still, friendship with this man is a very tender thing that’ll leave you fantasizing about a romantic relationship more often than not. So maybe the whole of your friendship was a courtship? Idk man. He’s just so attentive, always making sure that you’re well taken care of and looked after to the point that people would often mistake you for a couple, a thing that never failed to make him blush even as he (reluctantly) corrected them.

↠ Once you’re together he’ll curse himself for the first little bit over his own hesitation. Had he just bucked up he could’ve had you like this sooner, but ‘spilled milk’ and all that noise. He doesn’t allow himself to dwell on the past for too long, and why would he when he’s got a hundred thousand happy tomorrows ahead of him with you at his side?

Milk Tea || What are their kisses like?

↠ At the start of things they’re always sweet, short, and chaste.

He doesn’t want to come off too strong, doesn’t want to risk spooking you with all of the pent up passion he’s been harboring for so long. Even after finding that you’ve felt the same way for an extended period as well, he’s just… He’s still v. cautious.

Though he’s gone on more than a few dates, they rarely ever progressed beyond that. There were a few promising candidates, people that he could call his partner even, but it never lasted past the three month mark. Ofc he was sad over this, but never overly so. Even with as much as he liked those people they never endeared themselves to him in the way that you have. You’re the first person he’s been able to see a future with so he’ll be damned if he does something to scare you away now.

So yeah, be prepared to endure a lot of pecks that won’t really lead to much for the first little bit.

↠ Once he gets more comfortable, however…

Asahi’s got one of those kisses that’ll steal your breath away—not because it’s really hard or intense, but rather because it’s so reverent.

It’s like he trying to pour every ounce of his affection and adoration out of himself and into you with the meeting of your lips. He’s so purposeful in his movements, kissing you slow, deep, and so, so thoroughly that your mind won’t be able to comprehend anything outside of the little bubble that you’ve created for yourselves.

Given how tall he is things can get a bit awkward, but once he gets use to any height difference that may be there neither of you will really notice it at all.

But! One very good thing that is left over from that brief phase is his tendency to cradle your head while you kiss.

Big boy’s got big hands, but they’re always so gentle whenever they touch you. He holds you like you’re something infinitely precious and delicate, with one hand palming the back of your head and the other either pulling you in by your waist or cradling your cheek. It’s so soft and sweet, I swear you’ll never feel more loved than when he’s holding you like this 😭

Oh, oh!! Another thing he does is to tilt your head up towards him so that he can kiss you and it’s very sexy of him. Like he’ll just curl two fingers under your chin and urge your face upwards, a smirk tugging at his lips because he knows how this shit hits.

And don’t let his cinnamon roll persona fool you—dude can be a gd tease when he wants to be, so instead of kissing you right away he’ll just hover there for a bit, maybe grace you with a few feather-light brushes of his baby-soft lips before finally putting it on you proper.

Ugggggh. He’s a menace I tell you, an absolute menace that must be stopped.

↠ And once he reaches maximum comfort, well…

Dude’ll legit just pick you up and plop you in his lap for a makeout session lmao.

He will swear up and down it’s just for the good of his back—apparently all that slouching isn’t ‘good for his spine’—but we know better 😏

He’ll be blushing like mad like 70% of the time, but he’ll kiss you breathless before you can tease him about it.

Certainly gets a lot more hands-y at this stage, but this is a good, wholesome prompt list so I’ll just leave it at that for now lol…

↠ So in conclusion, Asahi’s a very methodical and purposeful kisser that will never fail to leave your lungs devoid of air and your tummy full up on butterflies.

Coffee || Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?

↠ He’s not the jealous type at all. The way he sees it, if you’re together then you’re together. He respects you immensely and trusts you completely; he knows that neither of you will ever do anything to jeopardize your relationship so there’s really nothing to be jealous of.

↠ He’ll always assume the best about you, and while it may make his heart seize a bit if he sees something that looks sussy, he’ll always give you the benefit of the doubt.

↠ That said he doesn’t take too kindly to people flirting with you.

It’s one thing if they honestly don’t know that you’re together, but once that’s been made clear (or if the person already knew beforehand), whew chile. It, uhh… it’s not pretty lol.

He’s not possessive nor is he one to pick fights but he has no problems with finishing them if need be.

Luckily for all parties involved it never actually gets that far because, well, look at him. Imo he’s not an overly intimidating guy; like yeah, he runs a bit bigger than average, but his gentle and genial nature balances that out.

Still.

When he wants to turn it on he most certainly can, and it’s kinda terrifying, ngl. He knows how people perceive him, and while he usually does everything in his power to be as nonthreatening as possible this is one of the few occasions that will see him leaning into every stereotype and label he’s ever been saddled with.

He won’t do anything super overt straight off the bat, but rather he’ll shift his posture to be more pronounced, rolling his shoulders back as he straightens up into his (extremely impressive) full height. He’ll also wrap an arm around your shoulders or take your hand to further cement the point that you’re already happily taken, thank you; he may even pull you fully into his side if he thinks the other person to be too close.

Being a working adult has forced him to get somewhat comfortable with eye contact, and when he’s agitated he finds that he has no problems with staring a mf down; those pretty chocolate eyes will pin the offender in place with the irritation/displeasure that flickers around just below their surface. It is… not something that any sane person would want directed at them, is all I’m saying.

This has always been enough to get people to back off, which is good because he honestly isn’t sure if he’s got hands or not lmao. Even when he was a kid he was bigger than average so nobody ever wanted any smoke, and it’s not like he went around looking for trouble so he’s never actually had to fight. If pushed he’s fairly certain that he’d be able to hold his own, but tbh he hopes he never has to find out.

Rosehip Tea || How romantic are they? How do they show affection?

↠ Ah yes, the love language question—my favorite! And it’s under my favorite tea blend too? Clearly it’s providence lol.

↠ Anyways!

↠ How romantic is Asahi?

↠ So romantic.

Kind of a traditionalist in this way. Blame his grams and all the Old Hollywood movies she showed him when he was as a kid because he certainly does. There’s a certain quaintness to the way they portrayed romance, one that he’s always wanted to recreate after a fashion with his special someone. So now that he’s got you expect to be wooed like a starlet of old lmao.

Every inch the gentleman, he’ll open and hold doors, pull out chairs, will even legit lay his jacket over a puddle if the need arises lol. He also vibes hard with that whole ‘candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach’ beat. It should feel cheesy af, but he’s just so heart-achingly sincere that you don’t have it in you to be anything but charmed by his actions and utterly smitten with the man himself.

He really loves making memories with you, but even with as close as he holds each and every one, this cradling cannot stop the dulling touch of time. Memories will inevitably fade, that’s just a part of the curse of being, but there are ways to counter that. To that end expect to take tons of pictures to document your adventures.

He’s p. good at photography (a side effect of his work; before he could afford to hire a professional he had to take his own photos for his shop’s site), and he always manages to capture both you and your surroundings at the best angle and in the most flattering light. He’s able to strike a good balance with it too, taking enough pictures to fully capture everything, but not being so glued to his phone/camera that it ruins the vibes.

In a similar vein he likes having things that are specific to the pair of you as a couple; lots of inside jokes and matching items, etc. You guys are 100% the couple that unintentionally puts on complimentary outfits. Like you’re not even trying, you’re just so in tune with one another that it just happens sometimes. Whenever it does out comes the camera so that you can rub your cuteness in the internet’s face via some Couple’s Goals posts lmao.

He also never forgets an anniversary/your birthday/any other important dates, and if he cannot do something with you on the actual day trust and believe that he’ll make up for it as soon as your schedules will allow for it.

↠ Now as far as love languages go, quality time is probably chief-most among them for him.

This man will pamper and spoil you rotten if you let him. That said he’s more opt to shower you in time and affection than gifts. The latter low-key makes him feel like he’s trying to buy your love which ofc you both know isn’t true, but it still leaves him feeling some kind of way. This isn’t to say that he doesn’t still buy you things, but that it’s not his go-to.

For him it’s the time spent and memories made that are most precious, and they’re made all the more so due to the responsibilities that so often keep you apart. Being an adult is a real time-suck, but that which he has to share he gives to you freely. He wants you to monopolize his time in the same way he’s so greedy for yours.

But don’t think that any of this means that he’ll be under you 24/7. In an ideal world you could stay hugged up for all eternity, but sadly that’s not realistic. Even with as much as he adores spending time with you he knows that you both need space on occasion, and he’s more than willing to grant you that.

It’s not uncommon for you two to part ways after breakfast and not come back together until bedtime. On days like that he’s kinda gonna be all over you once you settle in for the night—if you’ll allow it, of course. He’s gonna pull you into his broad chest, hands following the line of your spine as he listens to you recount your day. Please take advantage of your extremely privileged position and play with this man’s glorious mane as he does this—it’s what you both deserve lol.

Regardless of your usual sleeping position, you’ll definitely drift off like this—breathing in tandem and wrapped up in each other’s arms—and if Asahi’s strong ass grip has anything to say about it you’ll stay that way until sunup lol.

What?? He’s gotta make up for all the time he spent not cuddling you that day, it’s only right, right? Lol…

↠ Aside from time spent he is, as I established earlier, very touchy-feely.

Again, he’s not clingy, just tactile.

He prefers to be in contact with you in some type of way, even if that’s just your shoulders and knees brushing up against each other while you chill out on the couch.

He’s not super big on grand showings of PDA, but he’s got no problems with holding hands, wrapping an arm around you, or even sharing a sweet little peck every now and again if it’s appropriate.

When you’re in the privacy and comfort of your own home, however, he’s a lot bolder. He’s a big fan of pulling you into a back hug and peppering you with kisses all over your shoulders, neck, and face until you’re reduced to a breathless mess—whether or not this is due to you giggling to the point where you’re out of air or him stealing it from your lungs with a searing kiss really just depends on the mood.

He isn’t above spinning you around or otherwise sweeping you off of your feet and carrying you around like the royal you are to him because he’s so wonderfully cliché like that lol.

Also—tickle wars. If you hate being tickled he’ll refrain, but if you’re down be ready for a tear soaked battle because dude is relentless. He’ll push his height advantage for all it’s worth, keeping you pinned with those long ass legs of his and holding you at arm’s length so you can’t get back at him as he absolutely lays into your sides, your tummy, the bends of your knees, hell even the palms of your hands. It’s all free real estate to him lmao.

On the opposite end of all of this, if you’re like me and get overwhelmed by too much touch he’s totally willing to tone it down. Your comfort is paramount, so if you need him to ease up or fall back completely he will. He’s more than content to just share the space with you if that’s what you want/need.

↠ And lastly he’s very reaffirming.

You never have to worry about where you stand with Asahi because he always makes sure to tell you just how much you mean to him and how much he cherishes what you’ve built together every day.

He’s always the first person to cheer you on, the biggest supporter of all your endeavors and dreams; he never fails to elevate your mood beyond what you thought to be possible before meeting him.

If you’re feeling down he’ll whisper sweet words of encouragement in your ear, reminding you of the wonderful person that you are and all that you’ve accomplished. He knows what it’s like to feel the icy coil of responsibility cinching itself around your neck; has shouldered the weight of others’ judgement; has fought wars within himself, against himself. No matter what it is you’re facing, he won’t let you go through it alone. The shadows will never win, not so long as you’ve got Asahi at your back.

Also compliments—lots and lots of compliments lol.

It’s p. much a compulsion for him, he physically cannot stop himself from telling you every little thing he loves about you. Like he’ll just look at you and think, Oh wow, my baby looks good today. Like really, really good. Gods, they’re so gorgeous… Except oops! He didn’t actually think that, he said it, and now you’re grinning and-or blushing, and you’re gonna tease him about this for the rest of the day, aren’t you?

And now he’s blushing because you’re saying that he looks just as good, better even—which, uhh, no, have you seen yourself?? You’re perfection incarnate in his eyes, and you’re gonna acknowledge it; meanwhile you’re on the other side saying the same thing.

You’re both very ‘fight me about it’ which leads to a compliment war that you’re probably gonna lose because he can think of well over a dozen things that you’ve done just in the last hour alone to rave over lmao.

It basically becomes a test of wills at that point as you both keep going at it until one of you breaks. If he starts to get too flustered, Asahi is not afraid to cheat—and by that I mean he’ll shut you up with a kiss lol. He refuses to be the only one reduced to a flushed, stammering mess and if they only way to put you into a similar state is an impromptu makeout session then so be it.

((p. sure it’s gotta be illegal for one man to be this cute, and if it’s not it should be because this shit is legit dangerous.))

Black Tea || What do they look for in a person?

↠ Kindness, above all else.

↠ Having experienced not nearly enough of it in his own life—while still showing it to others unconditionally, btw—he absolutely cannot stand to be around angry, mean-spirited people in any capacity. People like that make him equal parts nervous and irritated. Ofc being angry on occasion is fine/normal, but if that seems to be the person’s default state and-or they’re cruel then that’s a big no for him.

↠ He also likes people that are grounded in themselves, as it helps him to be more stable as well. This isn’t to say his partner has to be on top of things 24/7, but he really does prefer—need, really—for them to have a decent handle on things. He’s more than willing to help them get there, but if they’re too up and down and aren’t looking to get better that’ll end things quickly. Given his own nature, he can’t stand by and watch a person that he cares about willingly self-destruct, yanno?

↠ Authenticity is also a big thing for him. Working in the fashion world, he’s v. much accustomed to the masks that most people don for various reasons. It’s all a part of the game, he knows, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. That type of two-faced ish just does not fly with him in his personal life. He wants to see every aspect of his partner, from the lovely to the outright ugly; it may not always be the easiest thing to look at, but at least it’s real.

↠ Those are the only three musts that I can think of; everything else is a preference.

He really loves to travel, so he’d like someone who’s down for that.

He’s also pretty active, in fact he’s found that he actually values exercising more now that he’s no longer an athlete (sitting slouched over his designs all day is killer on his back) so having a gym buddy would be ideal, but again isn’t a deal breaker.

As a creative type himself, he oftentimes finds himself drawn to similarly inclined people. The medium doesn’t matter to him overmuch nor does skill level; hobbyists to professionals to just followers/enthusiasts, he likes it all.

Assertive people kinda do things to him lol. He’s not a fan of bullies or pushy people (he’s already got enough of the latter in his life, you know how his friends can be), but like… Driven people who not only know what they want, but don’t hesitate to do what they need to to make it happen? Hells yeah.

↠ Being as accepting and kind as he is, Asahi can find something to like in just about every personality type so don’t be afraid to shoot your shot! That said, you’re gonna fair better if you get to know him a bit before trying.

He’s not exactly opposed to being asked out by strangers, but it does unnerve him a bit because we don’t really know each other? What can you have possibly seen in me that made you want this?? It’s a confidence boost, sure, a nice stroke to his ego, but… Having no real footing in a situation makes him nervous.

Plus past experiences have taught him it’s better to be friends before considering something more, but we’ll get into that more later in the list.

Luckily at this point he’s better at speaking his mind, so if you propose a straight up date he’ll ask if you’re opposed to turning it into something more informal so that you can get to know each other. If you’re insistent on the date that’ll be an instant turn-off—again, he’s not a fan of pushy people, and you’re not respecting his boundaries besides which is a major red flag for him. If you can’t respect his wishes on this then he knows that not even a friendship would pan out well, let alone something more.

↠ As far as appearances go, I’m sure he has his preferences, but he’s not one to discount someone because of their looks. He knows that there’s so much more to a person than the physical and that appearances can be all too deceiving. He has functioning eyes, so yes there are some people that will catch said eyes easier than others, but that’s not his main drive, yanno?

He does like well-dressed people, as he tends to dress rather smartly himself and having someone that can complement that would be nice, but again that isn’t at all necessary. If y’all are vibing like that he’s definitely the type to take those really aesthetic OOTD couples pictures for the gram, you know the kind. They always leave his followers wondering how he got them to look so effortlessly good/natural. It’s either a nuanced combination of filters or straight up witchcraft—the jury’s still out on which it is lmao…

He also likes people that have a distinct sense of style, kind of like a signature. Doesn’t matter what said style is, he’ll appreciate it regardless—it’s the designer in him lol.

But at the same time he likes it when you switch it up on him; if you can rock some vampire goth shit on one day and then a pastel punk vibe the next or like idk, combine some hella random styles together and make ‘em work he’ll be so into it (he may also offer you a job lmao).

↠ So yeah, for him the biggest things are being kind, being grounded, and being yourself.

Pomegranate Tea || At what point did they know they loved their s/o?

↠ Asahi is the kinda person that falls in love by degrees. Lots of little moments shared and memories made and inside jokes cultivated just keep building up and up and up, and before he knows it his little crush has turned into something far deeper than he ever expected it to.

↠ The moment it hits him will probably be fairly innocuous.

You’ll just be doing something random together and your face will do the thing—that one really cute, really you-specific thing that never fails to leave his heart clenching before beating at a rabbit’s pace.

A small, fond smile will pull at his lips as he continues to watch you, while a feeling of something warm and content washes over the whole of him. This has been happening with increasing frequency these past few months, though as it hasn’t been negatively affecting him he never really gave it too much thought.

He likes this feeling—no, he loves it. He loves the way that it’s never too far behind when you’re around, loves that it colors virtually every interaction that you share–

He loves you.

He has no idea how or when this happened, but as he thinks back on things he realizes that it was inevitable. You’re just so… everything, how could he not fall?

You’ll probably notice the moment that he puts the pieces together, though you won’t know what it is that has him doing his peerless impersonation of a tomato. Luckily for him, random bouts of blushing are common enough that you don’t really pester him for an explanation, which really just makes him love you more tbh lol.

↠ Buuuut unfortunately for you both he won’t be doing anything about his newly realized love for you for a long while yet. So you’ll both be pining in silence because you don’t want to spook one another—fuckin’ dorks, lmao.

↠ But eventually it’s all gonna spill over into the scenario that I mentioned before—well, unless you decide to take the initiative and confess yourself. He won’t be put off by this at all, btw (remember what I said about his liking assertive people) tho he’ll still be flustered af, but that’s p. much a given, all things considered…

Matcha Tea || How and when do they propose to their s/o?

↠ Well first he’ll make sure that you actually want to get married.

↠ While he himself is definitely the marrying kind, it isn’t a deal breaker for him. At the end of the day that’s just a piece of paper that cannot add or take away from your love’s value, so if you’re not down for that, that’s fine by him.

↠ But if you are into it, then he’s more than willing to oblige.

↠ The ‘when’ aspect will be more so determined by you. Once he’s sure you’re ready, he’ll ask—doesn’t matter if that’s after only six months of dating or two years. Probably won’t come before the six month mark tho; gotta make sure you’re both compatible and in things for the long haul.

↠ As for the how, it’ll probably be p. cutesy.

He’ll pick an activity that’s very specific and significant to you as a couple and spring it on you at some point during it.

Not overly fond of public proposals as he doesn’t like the pressure aspect. He knows that he wouldn’t appreciate being put on the spot like that, so he’d never do it to you. Besides this is v. personal moment, one that should be shared by the pair of you alone, and he doesn’t want a bunch of randoms getting in on that.

Also not a fan of putting rings in food. Just—no. At best it’s unnecessarily messy, at worst you’re making a trip to the ER or dentist because the ring got swallowed or a tooth got chipped, and yeah, no. Those aren’t exactly the type of memories he wants associated with the event that’s meant to mark the start of the next chapter of your lives together lol…

Chai Tea || How do they spice up their relationship?

↠ I know I’m about to date myself here, and not in the fun ‘Take yourself out for lunch and a spa day, buy yourself a bouquet’ kinda way lol.

But anyways, the first thing I thought about when I read this was Zatarain’s old tag line: Jazz it up with Zatarain’s! which then made me think about that one commercial for their low sodium products. I know that’s (probably??) an American-specific reference from forever ago, but whatever lmao. Actually they may still use it? Idk, I haven’t seen one of their commercials in years.

((I would apologize for subjecting you all to my weird ass thought processes, but if I have to suffer through it, so do you. Think of it as the price of admission lmao))

↠ But anyways!

↠ When things start to feel stagnant, Asahi will opt to take you somewhere new.

Traveling abroad is preferred, but not always feasible, so when forced he’ll settle for something local. Tho it should be said that his definition of ‘local’ is broad af lol. If you’ve both got the time p. much anywhere in Japan’s fair game.

He loves finding little off-path spots—a little pop-up boutique, hidden ramen houses that only the regulars seem to know about, an antique shop that is a relic and in of itself, corners of parks that have been all but reclaimed by nature, etc. He doesn’t mind hitting up trendier places as well, but he usually finds that they rarely live up to the hype in most cases, even if they are v. nice.

Really his main thing is spending time with you; he wants to reconnect, to stoke your shared fire until it’s once again blistering with that white-hot heat that he loves to feel consuming all of him.

↠ If you don’t feel like painting the town or don’t really have the time to he’ll find little ways to bring back the spark right there at home.

This mostly involves him doing a lot of little things that’ll pull up those old, happy memories from your favorite trips. For most familiarity isn’t synonymous with spice, but with Asahi it’s those reminders of the love and care that you have for one another that leave him wanting more. Knowing someone that intimately is a special and rare thing, and he’s so happy, honored, and honestly humbled to have all of that with you.

He’ll special order a box of that one tea blend that you tried in India, some truffles from that overly friendly chocolatier you met in Paris (that looked oddly familiar, now that he thinks about it), a bottle of that Tuscan white you’d raved over last time you where there…

He wants to remind you of the good times you shared while also promising you that there will be plenty more to be had in the future as well.

Hibiscus Tea || What’s their favorite place to take their s/o?

↠ Probably the first place you ever traveled to together because he’s a giant sentimental floofball like that lol.

He’ll even go so far as to try to get you the same room every time, and he’ll also want to hit up some of the same restaurants and attractions if only to see if they’ve changed since last you been there.

But aside from the room thing (that he only insists on because he thinks it’s a super cute tradition) he’s not looking to recreate that trip step for step. He wants to experience everything this world has to offer with you, and he cannot do that if his mind’s constantly stuck in the past, yanno?

Green Tea || How do they comfort their s/o?

↠ This really depends on your personality. He doesn’t want to add to your stress by doing something you don’t like so if you’re the kind that needs space he’ll give it to you. If you want to be smothered in cuddles he’s down for that too. At the end of the day it’s your comfort that he’s most concerned with so he’ll go with your flow.

↠ That said, his go-to is to relax you by degrees.

↠ The first order of business will be to get you into the bath.

A nice soak can help to alleviate any physical discomfort you may be feeling as well as to relax your mind a bit. He’ll join you if you want, but he’s just as fine with sitting beside the tub and sharing the space or even leaving you be entirely.

If you do want him to stay he’ll be as hands on as you want. He’ll tend to your hair and even help you wash up if you need it. He’s also down to chat, but unless you bring up whatever it is that’s troubling you he’ll avoid the subject for now. The way he sees it, you’re still too close to the problem and poking at it now will only serve to upset you more. Once you’ve relaxed some you’ll be able to tackle the problem with a calm and clear head.

Once you’re done with that he’s gonna dry you off and then help you moisturize because dry skin is not fun lol. This may or may not turn into a massage, it really just depends on what it is that you want.

↠ Comfortable clothes are a must, obvi.

Whatever it is you’re most comfy in is what he’s gonna have laid out for you, and if that just so happens to be one of his shirts or any other piece of his wardrobe he’s more than willing to share. Like most guys he’s got a thing about seeing you in his clothes, but that’s neither here nor there.

↠ After that he’s either gonna tuck you into bed or burrito you on the couch while he gets some food together.

Even if you’re not in the mood to eat for whatever reason he’ll still insist that you at least nibble on something. Adding low blood sugar to the mix will only ever make things worse, trust him—he knows. (Hangry Asahi do be kinda terrifying, ngl lol.)

He’ll entice you with your favorites, be that something homemade or take-out. If it’s the latter he’ll have already placed the order, but if it’s something that he needs to make he’ll get on it as soon as you’re settled. If you’re not keen on being left alone he gets that; he’s more than willing to let you glomb on to him while he tends to the food, and is more than willing to let you help if you’re that way inclined.

He still won’t bring up what it is that’s eating at you yet, though you ofc are free to at any time. If you’re not ready to talk he’ll put something mindless on—be that something on the television or some music or whatever else—and just chill with you. Conversation will be provided if you’re up for it, but he’s more than willing to sit in the hush with you if that’s what you need.

↠ It’s only when you’re properly relaxed and fed that he’ll ask if you’re ready to talk.

He’ll let you vent all you need, though aside from the occasional hum he’ll be pretty quiet throughout. This is because he’s taking in what you’re saying in its entirety so that he can examine it from various angles; he wants to be able to provide a proper response as well as good advice should you ask for the latter.

But of course he knows that advice isn’t always wanted or needed, so if it’s just a sounding board that you’re looking for he’s happy to lend an ear.

↠ By the time Asahi’s done with you, you’ll be feeling much better, physically as well as mentally. Even if you’re not back at 100% by your sessions end, he’ll keep at it—being whatever you need, however you need it, for as long as you need it.

Russian Caravan Tea || How experienced are they with relationships?

↠ Not overly.

↠ Like I said before, he has been in a few relationships, but they never got too deep. Don’t get me wrong, he genuinely liked those people, but… It just never panned out. The romantic in him likes to think this is because the universe has shipped the pair of you from jump, but the realist in him knows that those breakups were rooted in some pretty heavy things.

Half of it was due to insecurity/a lack of confidence on his part, while the other half came from unhealthy expectations from his partners.

Thinking back on things now he sees that he wasn’t exactly ready to be dating at that point in his life. He was still growing, still had a lot of personal issues that needed working on and it wasn’t exactly fair to either of them for him to pull others into that.

But at the same time once that was made clear to his partners they could have given him a bit more grace. Some legitimately tried for a bit, while others were less understanding—in the end none of them could understand why he couldn’t ‘just get over it.’

And even that he kinda feels responsible for to a degree. He always glossed over his issues, quick to downplay the effect of his trauma—a habit he initially picked up for self-preservation reasons, tho it did him no good in the long run—so he could see why they would think that it would be easy to move past.

But honestly it wouldn’t take much more than a glance to see that there was far more to things than what he made them out to be; that they either couldn’t see that, or pointedly chose to look away says a lot and none of it is good.

This is why he never really mourned those relationships. Yes, the breakups hurt at the time, but subconsciously he knew that they weren’t what was best for him.

↠ Lessons learned taught him to be more… Not exactly cautious, but more selective about who he lets into his life in that capacity. This is why he’s so insistent on being friends first. This isn’t to say that you have to be super-ultra besties before he’ll consider dating you, but he does have to trust you to hold his hand before he’ll let you cradle his heart.

English Breakfast Tea || Would they want a family?

↠ As far as he’s concerned you’re already a family, but if you’re looking to bring kids into the mix… I can see him going either way on this. Children aren’t something that he’s dead set on having, but he’s also not at all against the idea.

↠ Expanding your family would be just one more expression of your shared love, and he’s all for that. So if you want kids, he’s very much down.

In fact I can see him getting way into the idea if you’re super jazzed about it. Like you really think he’s fit to be the father of your children? Him? As in Asahi Azumane? Really??

He gets way into his feelings over it, but like in a good way lol. Will definitely be an excellent dad; he’s kind and understanding and has so, so much love to give (plus his piggyback rides are god-tier lmao). No kid could ever ask for anything more.

↠ But like I said, this isn’t a must for him, so if you’re like me and kids aren’t your thing he’s more than understanding. Fur-babies are just as good, as are plant children, or no surrogates at all.

↠ Like I said before, you’re his family, his heart, his whole gd world—he doesn’t need anything else outside of that, but he’s always more than willing to add to the love.

Rooibos Tea || What’s their favorite thing to do with their s/o?

↠ Traveling, hands down.

↠ Between wistfully daydreaming about his grandmother’s travels and the few trips he’s taken with Noya, dude’s totally caught the bug.

↠ It doesn’t matter if you’re just going to that nice restaurant that recently opened up downtown or to the other end of the world—he wants to see everything this blue marble has to offer, and he wants to do it with you by his side.

↠ Domestic stuff is cool, but he’d be lying if he didn’t say that he prefers to go abroad.

Luckily for him his work allows for him to travel a fair bit. This is… less than ideal if you cannot accompany him as he doesn’t like to be away from you for long stretches of time. Still, he’s a big boy and understands that you have your own responsibilities to tend to, so he won’t make a big deal out of it.

…but he maaay offer you a job lmao. He won’t try and pressure you into it or anything like that, in fact the idea probably won’t leave the confines of his mind unless you’re currently in between jobs or if it’s obvious that things at your current gig aren’t working out. The offer will be casually made at first, with him only going into detail if you actually show some interest.

Ofc he’s heard the horror stories about couples having problems and even breaking up due to their working together, but he doubts that’ll be a thing with the pair of you. Besides he’s been in need of a PA for a long time, but he hasn’t been able to find one that he vibes with, a thing that obviously won’t be a problem with you. Tho if you have the skills and want to do something else he’s totally okay with that too! As much as he’d love to keep you close, working with him directly isn’t a must.

((Personally I’d take the PA position as the job’s pretty low effort because Asahi likes to do most things himself, and what little you would actually have to do would be stuff that you’d do for him regardless. But it’s your life boo-boo, you do you.))

Working arrangements aside, if you can go with him then by all means do! You’ll both be happier for it, I assure you lol. He’ll spend whatever free time he has wandering around the city with you and finding cool things to do; lots of shopping, trying out the local cuisine, and just generally having a fun time. And thanks to his anxiety-induced preparedness you’ll never have to worry about getting lost as dude has like 5 apps and a literal paper map to aid you lmao.

He also always makes sure that you have enough coin that you’re able to enjoy yourselves without worry about curbing your spending. Travel is such an essential part of his life that he factors it into his budgeting accordingly.

↠ Ofc it isn’t just work trips that he’ll take you on. Whenever you both have the time off and the want, he’ll be all to ready to book it to wherever.

Totally the type to toss a dart at a map to pick your next destination, but that’s about as spontaneous as it gets lol. He’s gonna do his research to make sure the place is actually fit to visit/what to do should you really decide to go there/the best place to stay/etc.

It doesn’t matter where you end up, exploring’s always gonna be one of his most favorite things to do while traveling.

Like I said before, he really enjoys finding hidden spots, but when he’s abroad he’s a sucker for tourist traps (i.e. landmarks, monuments, notable restaurants, etc.)

He always makes sure to get something to memorialize your trips. Pictures are a given, naturally, but he also likes having other physical reminders. These can range from a little trinket like a keychain to a whole ass painting ((umm, where is your chill, sir? lmao)). He loves the way he can transport himself back to those precious moments by just looking at the items you’ve collected over the course of your travels.

↠ Also—stargazing.

This is one of his favorite things to do with you in general, and he always tries to squeeze it into your itinerary whenever possible.

With the night sky being so expansive and varied it’s always fun to try to spot the difference between what’s currently above you and the celestial landscape you’re more accustomed to back home.

He rarely brings along a star map so you’re probably not going to be able to make much out unless astronomy is your thing. Either way, the pair of you always end up making up your own constellations at some point, complete with the dramatic backstories that seem to come standard with the things lol.

He’s definitely drawn and framed a few of your favorites from these sessions, and they’re hanging in your home as well as his office.

((bury my soft ass with my own HCs lol))

↠ At the end of it all it doesn’t matter to him whether your dancing under the pale moonlight in your living room or basking under the night sky’s glow in a city far away from home—so long as he can hold you close enough to count the stars in those beautiful eyes of yours he’s content.

↠ Because his favorite place to be will always and forever be the space between your loving arms.

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Sorry for being away for so long homie ✋🏻 depressive state decided to stay a bit longer than usual lmao. Anyhow, I need to know, Vincent with a extremely alternative partner- like chains and eyeliner galore! Who also is an artist- I just need to know-

AH SIMP YOU HAVE RETURNED! Sorry to hear about the rough go with your mental health, more than happy to yell about this a bit for you! Also this is super fucking great, like you mean Vincent’s type? Because this is totally Vinny’s type. Hope you like this! Let’s get into it!

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Vincent Sinclair with an Alt Artist SO.

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-He is SO into your style, it isn’t even funny. I totally am one of those people that headcanons Vin having a gothy alt phase himself when he was younger and seeing you is just such a reminder of those times and he loves it.

-How you dress and present yourself is totally what draws him to you first and opens the door.

-He loves to hear about why you dress the way you do, the influences you have, your favorite pieces, just loves that so much.

-Like it is to the point that it makes him want to start dressing like that again. He would ask for some help because he loves your style and wants your opinion, totally trusts you to help him out.

-He is OBSESSED with your makeup. He loves it. Works up the courage to ask if you would be willing to let him do yours and if you agree he will be so happy. Would be so careful. A fantastic afternoon would be you and him very comfortable sitting together, your make up spread out and him doing some elaborate look on you. He get’s stupid good at eyeliner and is amazing at blending eyeshadow.

-Would totally want to take pictures to commemorate some of those amazing makeup looks he has done on you.

-Would also ask if you would ever let him pick your outfit. He loves your closet and has IDEAS.

-As for you being an artist he fucking LOVES.

-Art is like everything to Vinny and he is talented and well versed in so many mediums. Obviously wax sculpture is his mainstay but painting, pottery, sketching just on and on, whatever he can do it and loves to.

-So whatever you like to do he will be right there with you and wants to create with you. Being in the same room and working on your own stuff is great.

-Creating art together? Perfection. Nothing is better.

-He will totally make you art as gifts. Personal sculptures or paintings, piles of sketches.

-This man is gonna be drawing you. The amount of times one of your outfits has inspired him to snatch up a sketchbook and get to work is honestly impressive.

-Could see him scrimping and saving to buy you some really rad clothing or jewelry for your collection.

-Once you get deep in it, he would totally grab you by the chains hanging off your pants and use them to pull you close when he is craving some affection.

-Also if you are down and like that let him paint your nails, he will totally love for you to do the same to him.

#a-slasher-simp #BHF asks #BHF writing #Hope you like this!#Missed you simp #Vincent Sinclair X Reader

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nagito-kissmaeda · 3 years

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Yandere Komaeda Headcanons submitted by Chaos under the cut (y) Warnings: Slight nsfw, yandere behavior, stalking, mention of suicide, masturbation (not very explicit.)

Yandere Nagito probably wasn't very Yandere before you came along. The unlucky boy was probably still the funky little creep to his classmates as always but as soon as you step through the doorway of 77-B's classroom then he kind of just thought, "Oh, they're pretty." And continued with his day. He didn't think too much of you.

If you were an ultimate who walked into the classroom, he wouldn't have thought much of it besides the idea that "YoU wErE sPrEaDiNg HoPe 😩"

If you were a reserve course student, on the other hand, he would think he is slightly superior. So, if you talk to him he'll feel like he's better than you but won't say anything except under certain circumstances (ex: You ask him for his opinion of you, his opinion on reserve course, that kind of stuff. At least, he's honest :/) But keep in mind, he only really acts like this when you two first meet.

After getting to form a friendship with you (however that happened, I'll leave that up to you), his crush on you takes shape quickly.

He mostly just did small stuff that made it obvious that he liked you (whether he realized it or not.) If you weren't around he'd be asking everyone in sight if they knew where you were. He'd linger uncomfortably close to you whenever you two were together. The unlucky boy also tended to...✨follow✨ you.

Bestie, run while you still can 🏃‍♀️💨 because after he kidnaps you you're gonna be more like ♿

(I guess that's assuming you can run at all...sorry if I offended someone ._.)

When you two are hanging out, he eventually opens up to you about his illnesses and past. All of what he told you would probably be a lot to process so the only thing you can think of besides, "I'm so sorry that happened to you," is that you just hug him. Now he's shocked. You're both shocked. wOAH! Nagito doesn't move at all during the hug and probably forgot to breathe because c'mon...homie hasn't received any form of physical affection for God knows how long. He's drawing a total blank and the first words that spring to his mind are, "I'm going to marry them."

You cannot tell me this man doesn't want to get married one day. Yes, his luck sucks fat juicy butt but it's just something he craves and can be selfish about. Nagito's opinion on his want for having a spouse goes back and forth, like how the fitness gram pacer test works (I bet some of you don't even know that this is something outside of a meme lol.) He probably got this desire from seeing how bad his parents' relationship was.

Nerdy headcanon stuff you don't have to read: So, it isn't canon that his parents had a bad relationship but I imagine that they did because Nagito mentions that his mom had never complimented him and he gained a massive inheritance after his family's death. Let me explain my logic on those. Nagito's mom probably never complimented him because she didn't like or want him. I also headcanon that his parents were in an arranged marriage which is why they were so rich and why I think they had a bad relationship, because let's be honest, not all arranged couples are comfortable with one another. The arranged marriage also could've been the reason why his family was wealthy, it could have had to do with business and work. So to wrap it all up, Nagito's parents are rich because of an arranged marriage and they don't really like each other and they had a kid that neither of them wanted so now it's a broken family with a fucked up kid. I know that sounds like a stretch but that's why it's a headcanon and not actually canon lol.

After that one hug, that's when he truly sees you as some sort of ethereal Deity that he was sure he was going to wed in the future (Hell, he'd probably settle for right there, right now.) He no longer cared if you were an ultimate or not because now he saw you as something even greater. Of course, he still views himself as scum but even scum has desires that they are willing to do anything for.

After Nagito had come back to his dorm, the realization hit him that if he was going to marry you, he would have to be worthy of your hand in marriage. So, he prepares. By that I mean he starts stalking you a lot.

You two were already friends on social media so you probably didn’t dwell too much on it when you found him accidentally liking old posts. He’d go on your socials and scroll through it looking for every little bit of information he could find on you. Sometimes he'd strike gold and other times he'd dig up dirt. Nagito began talking to you a lot more so he could gain some information on your likes and dislikes. You only assumed that he was more comfortable with talking to you now because he confided his troubles in you but in reality he was planning your future life with him. Once in a while you'd invite to your dorm whether it was for hangouts, study sessions, or just sleepovers (he absolutely LOVED it when you brought those up.) The only opening he had to steal stuff is when you went to the bathroom and when that happened all he'd do every single time is go to the closet, grab another one of the pillow cases that the dorm provides, and switch them out with your current ones. When the pillowcase stops smelling like you then he just sticks it in the school's laundry basket where things like bed sheets, pillow cases, and blankets that belong to the school go.

After weeks after weeks of obtaining bits and pieces of information on you such as food you like and dislike, what your family is like (If you/your oc has one), your favorite movies, music genres, and clothing, etc., He eventually realized that he lacked three more things. Romance, experience, and…"performance."

The one thing he absolutely needed to learn first was "How to kiss." Even though no one sees his search history besides him, it was still very embarrassing to put those words on his computer. He typed those three letters into the google machine and ta-da! A wikihow page and a YouTube video were apparently his best options. He opted for the latter and watched as a lady and her boyfriend demonstrated how to perform different types of kisses. Intimate and sexual. He feels awkward just watching this and he feels like he should practice but...on what? Luckily for him, there is a perfectly good pillow lying on his bed.

...This was definitely weird. His chapped lips were pressed against the plush pillow as he imagined he was french kissing you. This doesn't seem like the greatest method but Nagito doesn't seem to have any other choice.

The pillow in front of me was wrinkled and slightly wet from where I had last kissed it. It felt beyond awkward to kiss a pillow and imagine it was your future partner. I couldn't imagine them walking in on me as my face was buried in a pillow while moaning out muffled noises. It would be far too embarrassing but, I've faced worse. Practice should continue or else my mouth will never come as even a fraction of pleasure to my love. I approach the pillow and lay, stomach down, on my bed again. While this has been an awkward situation, my insides are starting to feel like they're on fire! It's probably just the thought of Y/N floating around in my brain. I take a deep breath before cupping my hands at the corners of the pillow and diving my mouth towards the pillow once more. I start off with a short kiss but continuously start moving my lips against, what I imagine to be, their lips. I move my bottom lip more often than my top. Imagining I'm trapping their lips against mine. Just the thought of trapping them makes me grind my hips against the mattress a little. Even though I'm soft I still let out a little whimper. Does Y/N even like it when their partner makes noise? I wasn't able to find any information on what she likes in bed so...with my luck, I'll just leave it to chance. My kisses get more sloppy and desperate. I begin swiping and swirling my tongue against the pillow thinking about just what it might feel like to make out with them. Their hot, wet mouth pressing up against mine while our tongues rub against one another in an attempt to touch each other. I moan seemingly too loud at that thought and start humping the bed. Everything feels so hot.

Maybe combining kissing practice and "performance" practice would be a good idea.

Once he starts performance practice, his browser is constantly on sex related websites. But more on the education side...he wants to know how to make you feel good and how to make himself last longer. Once in a while, he does go on the hub though so he can pretend it's you and him having sex on the screen. He tries his best to look for ones where it sounds like you or looks like you. He prefers the ones where it sounds like you so that way he could just close his eyes and imagine you and him are together.

Just a random bonus I thought I'd add in: He got a boner during class once and sat there for like ten minutes just waiting for it to go away. So he just ended up palming himself through his pants and struggled to not make any noise. He liked to imagine you were under the desk pressing your face against his clothed crotch and just rubbing your face around that area. Luckily, he came without letting a single noise slip past his lips. Unluckily, Nagito cums a lot. So everyone could see the enormous wet spot on the crotch of his pants when class was dismissed.

He happens to have a weird habit of doing domestic and soft things with a hint of creepy. For example, one of his favorite things to do as of recently is print out a picture that has your face in it, tape it to his pillow, and fall asleep cuddling it. This sounds fine if you two were dating but… you aren't. He'll give it kisses, cuddle with it, fall asleep with it, and, of course, it's what he uses during his performance practice. He also enjoys eating meals with it and watching movies while cuddling it too. He perceives it all as practice for when you two are wed.

I'm going to assume you aren't an oblivious idiot and just say that you probably began to notice how weird he'd get around you. You tried distancing yourself a little bit but enough to still stay friends. He noticed the change in how often you'd hang out with him and his anxiety skyrocketed. Nagito would feel he had only a couple choices left. And that was to kidnap you, get rid of any obstacles that didn't allow him to spend every waking moment with you, or just flat out kill you so that way no one could have you. He already knew he wouldn't be able to even breathe without you so he'd likely kill himself as well in the process.

Author's Note: I'll probably be discontinuing that one Nagito x reader chapter 2 because I wasn't able to finish it before the school year started and I was just dissatisfied with the chapters BUT! I do have plenty of headcanons on yandere Komaeda! Message me if you want some far more nsfw headcanons because I have a lot for this guy. I'm also very open to crackfic oneshots.

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faustonastring · 4 years

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Main six with an MC that sleep talks? Like cryptic short lines “Not the closet man” or stuff like that if it makes sense.

Hi thanks for requesting I hope you like it! (Also I think it’s canon that the Mc sleep talks (in asra route I think unless they changed it.)

Main six with an mc that sleep talks

Asra

He can, will, and has had full on conversations with you, but at the same time is also terrified of waking you up, so if you’re a light sleeper, he’ll casually ask you how the ‘closet man’ is doing over tea the next morning

He also laughs him self silly if it’s something really ridiculous to the point where he has to leave the room over even go outside to stop him self from waking you up. Bonus points if he’s laughing due to something you said in a sleep conversation with him

It used to be canon, that you could communicate with asra through dreams ( I quite frankly really miss that pointless scene, to me it felt like a little bit of lore that’s now gone, but anyway-) for the sake of this headcanon I’m just gonna say you can still communicate through dreams- if asra can tell your getting distressed through your sleep talking, he’ll just pop in during one of your dreams and check in on how your doing, and just be there for you, espically if he thinks it’s a nightmare

Not part of the headcanon, but did you know, that if you and a person vibe hard enough, telepathy is actually possible? Which includes going into each others dreams, so technically that last headcanon should be possible regardless, but moral of the story is : if you and your homie know like everything about each other, and we’re to like mediate at the same time, you could enter each other’s minds if that makes any sort of sense I also heard it works best when you take shrooms just be safe- (if your really Intrested I could make a post explaining it better, but google may be your best bet because I’m not always factually correct, nor am I good at explaining things, if you couldn’t tell)

Nadia

She finds it very cute, very endearing. She’ll always stifle her laughs when you say something incredibley stupid, but some times a giggle or two sneaks out regardless. She isn’t the type to really talk to you while your sleeping (she has once or twice) but she will ask you about what you were talking about in your sleep if she remembers

On nights when you won’t shut up, and she has a meeting early in the morning, she’ll gently run your arms or your sides or your back, trying to get you to calm down a tiny bit, so she can get some rest too, even though you seem to be enjoying your self In your dream state.

If she can tell your having a nightmare due to what you were saying, she’ll call the servants to bring you in some water, or tea, and gently wake you up so you could talk about it, while she holds your drawing circles in your back.

Julian

“Didnt know it did that-“ all jokes aside, he’s a little taken back,not that he minds he’s just surprised that’s all, but he finds it adorable nonetheless. He is the type to talk to you in your sleep, but talk a little too loudly and wake you up (by accident of course)

After a long day of work, if when he goes to bed, your mumbling things in your sleep, he’ll sight to himself and mumble things back to you, half asleep half awake, just holding you, enjoying himself in the peace and not so quite. But frankly he doesn’t mind, he never liked quite anyway

If he thinks your starting to have a nightmare in your sleep, he’ll try to engage you in a ‘sleep conversation’ to try to change the topic to something your not so distressed about. (Granted I’m not sure if this is possible, but I do know that when we sleep there are eight(?) stages we go through, the one we dream in is where we are the most alert or awake we are, when we sleep so it should be possible) He doesn’t want to wake you up, he’s lost to much sleep to nightmares, he doesn’t want you to have to go through that too.

Portia

She’s a giggling mess honestly. The more ridiculous, the better. Her laughing also wakes you up most nights, and if were being honest, you probably get so used to hearing her laugh that you just sleep through it.

In a modern au, she would normally sleep with the tv on because the noise helps her sleep, but when ever you sleep over, or the two of you start living together she doesn’t need it on ever again, your sleep talking is the only noise she needs. Plus she likes the sound of your voice better.

If she can tell your starting to have a nightmare she holds you close and tells you it will be okay, that what ever your dreaming about isn’t real and that the ‘closet man’ isn’t out to get you, but if it gets too bad, she’ll wake you up, and the two of you talk about the crazy stuff you said earlier in the night

Muriel

It makes his heart feel funny, his face turn red, and his palms are more sweaty than usual. He thinks it’s the weirdest thing ever. But that’s good! Because one major take away from Muriels character is that he thinks weird=cute. As he should

He isn’t the type to talk to you in your sleep, being that he’s not much of a talker in general, but he’ll hold you close and rub your back and tell you to ‘go to sleep’ even though he knows damn well you are sleeping. He also snorts when ever you say something really stupid.

When your having a nightmare he’ll hold you close when it first starts up, but as it gets worst and your talking is more frantic, he’ll wake you up, and ask you if you want to to talk about what you were talking about in your dream (I hated writing that oh my god-) he’ll also make some tea and burn some incense to help calm you down

Lucio

He’s confused at first, why are you talking in your sleep, who are you talking too, are you okay? Do you need a doctor? Medical attention? The weirder the sentence or conversation the more concern he becomes, he starts to think that maybe, just maybe your possessed by a demon. Which wouldn’t be uncommon in vesuvia.

He will wake you up at first, when the conversations, or sentences get a little to weird for him, but once he figures out that this is a normal thing you do, he start to feel better, and he also starts to think it’s really cute. And amusing.

If your having a nightmare, he’ll wake you up and kiss away your tears, and holdyou close. He’ll try to make fun of some of the things you said in your sleep, to make you feel better, but if that doesn’t work, he’ll hold you telling you not to worry it will be okay. He’ll protect you from the ‘closet man’

Ahhhhh I feel like this was a little off from what was requested, I’m just really tired, but if you don’t like anything I’ll fix it! No complaints! But if you did like what I wrote and want to read more you can find my master list here!

Next headcanon: Asra and Nadia reacting to Mc taking a hit for them

✨My request are open✨

They’re backed up, but still open (I’ll close them when I reach 50 request)

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honsoolie · 4 years

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don’t rush | 02

pairing: Yoongi/reader

genre: slight enemies to lovers, college au, fluff, eventual smut, classical pianist!yoongi, violinist!reader, they’re both actually really into each other but won’t admit it

warnings (for this chapter only): mentions of stage fright/performance anxiety, swearing, sexual references, slight angst, dad jokes :|

words: 6k

rating: +18

summary: You know, when Min Yoongi’s face isn’t screwed into an accusatory scowl, he looks exactly like the kind of guy you’d have no trouble falling in love with. Or, the conservatory au where Yoongi helps you get over your stage fright. In more ways than one.

a/n: didn’t plan to take this long for an update, life gets in the way, you know the drill. read 01 here and as always, this is crossposted to ao3 :)

When you get inside, the warmth welcomes you in. You’re not quite sure if it’s from the heating in the hallway or how Yoongi’s eyes had shone in the moonlight. You lean against the inner door frame, a happy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, legs a little weak in the knee. You feel light-headed, maybe from being up late, maybe from your exhausting day, maybe from the lingering remnants of Yoongi’s cologne.

Did that really just happen? Did he really just ask for your number? Was this all a dream?

The euphoria is short-lasting, however. You still have some assignments waiting for you, and only a couple hours left until your morning classes. The tiredness never lets up, and your limbs heavy again as you make your way inside the lobby of your dorm.

Unknown number (2:47am): hi this is yoongi

Unknown number (2:47am): did you get inside ok?

You (2:48am): yeah

You (2:48am): did u?

Yoongi (2:50am): im walking back now

Yoongi (2:50am): you should sleep soon ://

You (2:51am): I still have hw :(

You (2:51am): text me when ur back inside too

Yoongi (2:53am): lmaoo is it counterpoint hw

Yoongi (2:54am): it’s so sweet that you care for my safety ;(

You (2:54am): yes sadly

You (2:55am): ofc I care, we can’t have our amazing star pianist get hurt

Yoongi (2:55am): im home now

Yoongi (2:58am): you have a thing for praise, don’t you

Even though you can’t see him, you splutter alone in your room, roommate fast asleep. There is no way that means what you think it means.

You (3:00am): idk where u got that from

You (3:03am): maybe i do, you’ll have to find out

Yoongi (3:04am): I would, but you have to finish your analysis worksheet :/

You (3:15am): ugh, fuck it

You (3:15am): im going to sleep

You (3:15am): ill just wake up early tomorrow to finish it before class

Yoongi (3:16am): what? No goodnight? >:(

Yoongi (3:17am): some manners you have

Yoongi (3:17am): what a rude girl

You (3:18am): aw have i been bad?

You (3:18am): I’m sooooo sorry

You (3:19am): gn

The minutes tick by, and you grow more indignant than you should. Is he serious?

Who doesn’t say goodnight back? Maybe you scared him off. Maybe all this “flirtatious” banter was just how Yoongi talked to his friends. How would you know? You don’t know anything about him.

The same insidious doubt creeps back in. Maybe this is all a game to him. Maybe he just wanted to introduce himself to another music student in the department, you all were supposed to know each other anyway. Maybe, worst of all, he had really only meant to wake you up in the music building as a simple courtesy, no intent behind it. You groan as you sink into your bed, cradling your head in your hands.

You (3:27am): some hypocrite you are

Yoongi (3:30am): I was in the showerrr relax

Yoongi (3:31am): hm you have been bad

Yoongi (3:33am): maybe I should punish you

You (3:29am): u wish

You (3:30am): but goodnight for real, we have class in five hours :”(

Yoongi (3:31am): goodnight

Yoongi (3:31am): save me a spot next to you

You were in the world’s smallest big crisis.

Was Yoongi actually serious when he asked you to save a seat? Or were you just indulging in wishful thinking? Was he flirting with you last night? And if he was, what are you supposed to do now?

Whatever he meant, you would have to face him now.

The endless litany of maybes and what-ifs grows louder in your head, even louder than last night during your text correspondence with him.You elect to use your backpack to save the seat next to you as class time draws nearer, chiding yourself for overthinking something so casual, but it does nothing to soothe your existential anxiety.

“Thanks for saving me a spot, I’m so glad you remembered.” A voice brings you out of your reverie. It takes a moment to register who it is at first. Your eyes meet the traditional college garb first, sweatpants and an overwashed fundraising t-shirt, then the half-tamed cowlick, that ever-present cup of coffee. Your breath catches in your throat, breathtaking despite the casual circumstances. It’s just another class lecture, you chastise yourself, but your gut twists nonetheless.

Seeing Yoongi in such close quarters is still an adjustment for you, his presence (or even the thought of being close to him) a shock to your body. You had spent so much time languishing after him that even now, it still feels like waking up into a dream.

You clear your throat, stalling, “Yeah, putting my backpack in the seat next to mine was sooo hard. You should compensate me for my labor.”

You try to put on the flirty smile that you were wearing last night, but it feels like a grimace. God, you are way too nervous for this.

You realize you’ll never get tired of the way he laughs at your shitty jokes, the way his shoulders shake and eyes crinkle at the corners.

“Yeah, I will, don’t you worry about that.” He sinks into the seat next to you and doesn’t spare you a second glance.

Dr. Won walks in, the picture of put-togetherness, killing whatever flirty response you had formulated.

You thought you had enjoyed having a crush before, but admiring someone and imagining a life together from afar was worlds away from talking and sitting next to said object of affection. This shouldn’t be that big of a deal. You shouldn’t be tripping all over yourself when Yoongi sits next to you in lecture.

Whatever Dr. Won is saying is drowned out by Yoongi sitting next to you. It feels deeply unfair how he affects you, when he gets to sit next to you like nothing important is happening. It’s just another day in lecture, preparing for the midterms coming up.

He’s not even doing anything, minding his own business. You shouldn’t be swooning when he is just sitting there, again bouncing his leg, taking diligent notes. From the furtive glances you steal, even his handwriting is attractive. Endearing, even if it was a little messy and looping over the printed lines.

True fact: the only reason why Yoongi fidgets so much is because of the effect you had on him. It drives him up the wall, the way you keep tucking your hair behind your ear. He envies your unfaltering concentration, the look in your eye when you see something on the Powerpoint slides that you have to jot down.

Yoongi can’t stand to silently sit next to you without doing anything anymore. Taking his pen, he scrawls on the corner of your neat notes. He knows it’ll piss you off, but that’s the reaction that he wants.

do you have any idea what is going on

He watches carefully for your reaction. Satisfaction creeps into his neutral expression when you notice, confusion turning into what could only be a lovestruck smile, and then into an irritated grimace. Fuck, even the curve of your wrist was enough to drive him crazy. You pick up your pen, writing back.

No, stop writing on my stuff

Okay, new plan, Yoongi concedes. He settles for writing on the corner of his own notes, tearing off the corner. He slips the paper into your lap, fingertips skimming the top of your thigh. He doesn’t notice, but he leaves a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

don’t you think dr. won dresses like an old hag

You write back on the scrap of paper:

actually you could learn a thing or two from her

Yoongi smirks, in classic Yoongi fashion.

You know I would rock a long skirt like her

Yoongi watches you read his message, smile, and then tuck the note into your notebook.

After class, Dr. Won reminds everyone of the midterm coming up two weeks from now, and that’s when Yoongi senses an opportunity. The two of you walk out of class together, forced to walk side by side because of the student foot traffic.

“Do you like, want to study together sometime?” Yoongi blurts out, louder than he needs to be, even among the hum of the other students.

He clears his throat. “I mean, we’ve shared a lot of classes, so.”

You can’t help but laugh in surprise, or maybe incredulousness. You resist the urge to let the satisfaction show on your face. “I didn’t know you ever noticed.”

“Of course I did. You’re like, the biggest nerd on the planet.” Even when Yoongi is teasing you, he can’t help but sound bashful.

You gasp in mock offense. “There’s nothing wrong with being a nerd.” You both stop, standing at the mouth of the lecture hall.

“Of course not.” He’s awfully close to you, close enough that you can see the mole on the tip of his nose. “That’s why I’m asking you to be my study buddy.”

It’s not necessary to be standing this close. Sure, the hallway is busy, but not that busy.

“Study buddy? That sounds lame.” You scoff, playing hard to get. Both you and Yoongi know you’re going to say yes anyway.

“What else do you want me to call you? My homework homie?”

“Uh, yeah . That sounds way better than study buddy. ” You’re more proud of your humor than anything else, even if it earns a deserved eye-roll from Yoongi.

“And midterms are coming up. So you know, mutually beneficial.” Yoongi takes a sip from his coffee, peering at you from behind the rim.

“Like… friends with benefits?” You can’t help yourself. It’s just too easy to flirt with him.

Yoongi tongues his cheek, he grins. “Only if you want it to be.” He’s having way too much fun with this.

You try to hide your reaction, but Yoongi notices anyway. (He notices a lot of things you don’t realize.) Your wide-eyed shock, the blush that’s flushing down your neck, the way you open your mouth as if to say something equally as flirtatious back, your laugh, like this is actually way more casual than it is.

“So I’ll take that as a yes,” He says. You could get used to the playful lilt in his voice.

“Only if you promise you won’t just copy my work.” You cross your arms in front of your chest, suddenly very aware of how tall he is.

“I live and die by the honor code, y/n. Of course I won’t,” Yoongi says, leaning ever closer to you in the cramped hallway.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Does a man of honor text me like you did last night?”

“Oh come on. If you’re going to be friends with me you’re going to have to learn to laugh at dirty humor.” Friends? It’s a start, at least.

“Who said that I didn’t like dirty humor?”

“Hmm, I did.” There’s a glint in his eyes that wasn't there before. “You’d have to be a woman of your word and show me.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” You flash an innocent smile, like you don’t see the implication of what he’s saying.

Tuesdays have always been the most bittersweet day of the week for you. It’s lesson day, but oh, it’s lesson day. It feels like the day of judgement, every single week. It’s a culmination of all the blood and tears that you’ve poured into your music in the past week, another chance at evaluation. You’ve known your violin teacher longer than you’ve been in college, and it still shouldn’t scare you this much.

The nervousness spins and dips in your chest as you make your way up the winding stairs that lead to the music building. You usually soothe the apprehension by reminding yourself of all the things you’ve done to prepare, just like you usually do before you go out on stage. This week you were supposed to get the rest of the Bach partita memorized and cleaned up, but it still resides in your memory as disjointed bits and pieces of what it’s actually supposed to sound like. You try to run through the parts that you were stuck on last night, but you draw a blank. You usually don’t take this long to commit pieces to memory, but when you open up your score, all you can think about is the unmoving stare of the audience. Seeing your life flash before your eyes every time you stare at your pencil markings isn’t exactly conducive to productive practice sessions.

As you retrieve your violin from your locker and make your way to the practice room, you feel like you’re preparing yourself for your own undoing—every scale, every tick of the metronome—another step towards your demise.

It shouldn’t be this serious, but the pitter-pattering of your heart says otherwise. You glance at the clock. It’s time. You pack up now, so you have a couple extra minutes to wait solemnly outside of her office, staring at the posters that advertise the professionals who come to perform concerts at your college. Next week, a pianist and violinist duo is coming. In the picture, they’re smiling proudly next to a Steinway piano. They look proud of themselves. They probably don’t feel like they’re allergic to the stage, probably live for the audience’s applause. That’s probably how they ended up there on the poster, after all.

Your violin teacher isn’t scary. She’s a homey, lovely old woman whose wrinkles come from a lifetime of smiling. She’s the type to bring you sweet, homemade pastries that are almost as warm as her hugs during the toughest parts of the semester. Which makes the moments when she’s unhappy all the more painful. It’s not her fear that plagues you, but disappointment.

The door clicks open, and you have no more time to ponder your failures as a musician. You gather your things and head inside. Nothing inside her office has changed since the previous week. The same teetering stack of well-loved method books sits on her chair, the same humidifier whirring steadily in the corner, the same Dr. Kim Hyung-Seo sitting on the piano bench.

“Good afternoon, y/n! How’s the Bach coming along?” She asks, like you haven’t spent the past week treating this piece like your mortal enemy. She takes a sip of her warm chamomile tea, from the same snowman-shaped mug that she’s used every week, because she is that endearing. In another life, she would probably be your grandmother.

“Good morning. Ah, you know…” You trail off and gesture into the air, trying to hide your grimace. How could you possibly describe the unease and unsureness around performing without crossing some kind of professional boundary?

“Let’s hear it, it’s okay. Are you all warmed up?” You nod as you unpack your things again. As you move to put the Bach score on the music stand, she tuts.

“Didn’t we agree that this would be memorized last week?” Dr. Kim flips through her lesson notes, inky blue scrawling over the pages. “Yeah, it should be memorized. Close the score, darling.” Usually, when Dr. Kim calls you darling, warmth unfurls in your chest and you beam. You’re not feeling particularly warm right now.

“Ah, okay…” With slow reluctance, you close the score, the plain paper cover mocking you. You lift your bow to your violin, and shut your eyes. You don’t want to watch this.

Yoongi (4:38pm): Hey

Yoongi (4:38pm): wanna study tonight :]

If there’s anything Yoongi is good at, it’s having perfect timing. You half-walk, half-run out of the music building, sucking frigid air into your lungs. The cold weather seems to force the tears back into your eyes. If there was ever a worst-case scenario for how a lesson could go, then that was what just played out in the music room.

Shutting your eyes won’t stop the barrage of images, playing the world’s cruelest slideshow behind your eyelids. Your teacher’s pursed lips, the still fingers clasped over her mug, the pinched brow.

“y/n, we don’t have much more time to clean it up…” Her words echo in your head. “We’ll try again next week…” The disappointment was the worst thing, the downward tone in her voice. “I expected better…”

You (5:15pm): maybe

You (5:15pm): what time?

Yoongi (5:20pm): like now

Yoongi (5:23pm): are you busy?

You (5:25pm): no I just finished up a lesson

You (5:26pm): i’m about to study in the library if you want to join me

Yoongi (5:30pm): I don’t want to go to the library :(

You (5:31pm): why not

Yoongi (5:32pm): if I feed you dinner will you come to my apartment

Yoongi (5:33pm): I really don’t want to walk to the library it’s too damn cold

After all, the best way to a woman's heart is through her stomach.

You (5:35pm): fine

You (5:35pm): it better be a hell of a dinner

Yoongi (5:36pm): of course it will

Yoongi sends you his location, and you’re walking as fast as you can through the campus to make it to his apartment before you can freeze your fingers off.

Yoongi’s expression is nothing short of scandalized when you show up at his door. It’s a typical mouse hole apartment, his front door identical to all the other ones that you’d passed to get here.

“You’re not wearing gloves? In this weather?”

“I don’t have any…” You rasp out. You’re tired. Your throat hurts from trying to hold tears back during your entire lesson, and you have no spirit left to give Yoongi an innuendo-laced comeback.

I expected better.

“Oh my god, you’ve been playing violin for how many years and nobody ever told you to wear gloves when it’s cold?” He leads you inside, the warmth abating the cold that’s wormed its way underneath your clothes and into your bones.

“For God’s sake, y/n, hasn’t anyone ever told you about the importance of blood circulation?” Yoongi clasps your hands between his, rubbing and blowing air on them to warm them up. He doesn’t notice your surprise amid his chastising, muttering something about common sense. You don’t try to keep your guard up this time, just trying to bite tears back at the mention of musicianship. The firm press of his hands grounds you.

“There.” He smiles, proud of himself. “Warm now?”

Oh yeah, you’re definitely warm. In every dimension of the word. But you don’t tell him that, so you settle for a weak nod.

“You can put your stuff there. I’m hungry now, let’s eat first?” You hum in affirmation as you settle your heavy backpack on his cramped couch.

It turns out that Min Yoongi’s idea of gourmet cooking is heating up two freezer-burnt Hot Pockets while you watch him putter around the tiny kitchenette. This is the first time you’ve ever seen him without his glasses, and this is when you finally internalize that Yoongi will always look good no matter what he does or wears or says.

“You made it seem like you were cooking,” You say, just to fill the silence.

“Uhhhh, I don’t know who told you I was capable of cooking, but they were wrong. I can show you a good time in other ways, no?”

You snort.

In hopes of saving time, he microwaves both of Hot Pockets at the same time. You silently bristle at the fact that even your dinner is getting more action than you are these days.

You and Yoongi eat together in his tiny living room, sitting on mismatched stools.

“How did your lesson go?” Yoongi says, more focused on eating than on you.

“Oh…” You set your Hot Pocket down, sighing in defeat. The image of Dr. Kim sitting behind the piano bench, her dissatisfaction like a noxious cloud. “I… I… got ripped apart. I’m a little behind with preparing for the Bach festival, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing I do or prepare will make me less stressed about it.” You slump onto the counter, recounting all the things you did wrong in your lesson today. I expected better.

“What’s the stress about? We still have over a month, right?” You’re suddenly jealous of Yoongi. His nonchalance, his seemingly constant reassurance that everything is going to be okay.

“I’m not worried about that… just, no matter how much I practice, I’m gonna fuck it up on stage.” Your forehead pinches in frustration.

“Are you that nervous?”

“I’ve always been this nervous. For any performance. I haven’t performed alone in a while… and you know. It’s Bach, and everyone expects me to do some amazing job, and it’s like, I don’t know if I can deliver that and-” Yoongi eases his hand on your shoulder, calm, reassuring. He looks concerned. Like he cares. Like a friend.

“When was the last time you played something just for the fun of it?”

“I don’t know, maybe my freshman year? I used to arrange themes from movies.”

“We should work on something together, just for fun. We’re such a perfect instrument combo, there’s so much repertoire for violin and piano.”

“What did you have in mind? Do you even have enough time for that?” (You know you don’t have enough time for that.)

“It doesn’t even have to be a difficult piece. It could be something easy or hard, I don’t care.” Yoongi ponders his next words over a bite of his food. “I… I... just want to see you less stressed out. And music should always be fun, not just for a grade. What kind of music would you be making if you weren’t happy?”

“I don’t know…”

“I know this one Brahms piece that I think you’d like. Totally fits your vibe. We can just work on it slowly, you know? Or we could arrange the Anpanman theme song, I don’t care.”

“I think I’m mostly good for the midterm, except for the composer dates,” Yoongi spins around in his office chair, dragging his feet on the ground.

“Me too,” You say, as you drink in the sight of his room. For someone who claims to abhor studying and all things academic, Yoongi appears to be quite the organized student. Despite the constant claim that his education is merely a necessary evil, he keeps his notes organized in uniform binders on a well-cared for bookshelf. The bookshelf is adjacent to the extremely detailed wall calendar, marked full with due dates and deadlines in pens of various colors.

He runs his fingers over the binders to locate the binder allocated to the species counterpoint class you’re taking together.

“I already have flashcards for everything before the Romantic Era, but I’m so fucked for everything else.”

“Why not just use Quizlet like everyone else?” You say. You eye his neatly made bed and the Kumamon stuffed animal shoved hastily underneath it.

“Back in my day, we used flashcards like cavemen,” Yoongi reasons, despite the fact that your birthdays are months within each other. “And besides, they feel better in your hand.” Of course, they’re indexed by color and musical era.

“Ugh, I hate sitting at my desk. My back is starting to hurt,” Yoongi says, despite having worked for about ten minutes. “Do you want to lay down?” He pats the fluffy comforter adjacent to him. Yoongi doesn’t wait for your response however, plopping down on the bed with an audible thump.

“Okay, old man,” You jibe, but you’ve also been sitting for a majority of the day. Your back is aching too, but you’ll never admit it to him.

Sometimes, at times like these, you wish you could just muster up the courage and stop playing this game of cat and mouse with him. When you lay on his sheets that smell like him, quizzing each other, you wonder what would happen if you confessed your feelings for him, right then and there.

Or outlined exactly how exactly you would take his cock in your mouth, given the chance. Other times, you consider the fact that he might like to play with his food before diving in. Whatever it was, it scared you, the unease climbing up your spine and staying put.

You wonder if he understands the implication of you so casually lounging on his bed, but then you realize that you likely don’t exist in the realm of romantic possibilities for him. He likely sees you as the nerdy, sexless violinist that spends all her time slaving away in the practice room or the library. That’s why you’re here, after all. To help study for the midterms coming up. “Being friends with him is better than nothing,” you tell yourself, but you can’t really bring yourself to believe it.

You don’t remember, or at least don’t care to, when Yoongi started touching every aspect of your life. It’s really only been a couple of weeks since the two of you started studying together. You don’t dare to imagine how much of your thoughts he would occupy if you continue your friendship into the coming months. If your crush of massive proportions was bad before, it’s truly out of hand now. It certainly didn’t help that he actually knew you existed now. He spammed you gifs of baby animals while he was on the way to class, texted you links to performances of pieces that he was working on. He even began to send you teasing texts on the mornings that he made it to the practice rooms before you.

Every experience you have is colored by thoughts of him. The coffee that you drink like ambrosia conjures up images of him sitting across from you in some far-off sunlit cafe, laughing at all your jokes. On the nights when sleep escapes you, you lay awake rehashing over and over what you had said to him on the previous day. You even fall into reveries when he’s sitting there right next to you.

It’s inescapable, especially with the Bach Festival looming over your head. The more time you spend in the practice room, the more you go back to that one fateful night. You can still see the image of him now, sitting before the piano, playing Chopsticks.

You both make your way through the fat deck of flashcards, Yoongi quizzing you first.

“J.S. Bach?” You note to yourself even the upswing in his voice was cute. How did you ever let yourself get so whipped?

“1685 to…” You falter, still stuck on his voice. Even his voice drives you crazy.

“Come on, you should know this.” He drives his point home by poking you in the side, and he likes the gasp that you make.

“1750.” Of course you know Bach’s birth and death dates by heart. You see it every time you open up your score. Even the scant prod he gave you in the side, over your clothes, is enough to make your skin heat up.

“And if you ever tickle me again, you won’t live long enough for midterms,” You threaten, but your harsh tone of voice doesn’t reach the light in your eyes.

“Brahms?”

“Ugh, fuck, I don’t know. 1832 to?”

“Wrong.” He sets the cards down next to him, looking at you in mock disappointment. In an instant, he attacks you with tickles, and your efforts to bat him away are fruitless.

“This-this is what you get for not knowing when Brahms was born! Learn through punishment! 1833 to 1897, remember that next time!!” He collapses on top of you, burying his face in your neck, unrelenting. Yoongi sounds almost gleeful in your torture.

You writhe under his touch, and for all the wrong reasons.

For the first time in your life, you’re almost glad you’re ticklish. Your eyes roll back into your head, not of your own accord. It’s too much, the soft skin of his cheek pressed up against your neck, the warm weight of his body against yours, the way his legs cage you in. A moan slips in between your helpless giggles, and Yoongi doesn’t miss it.

“Uhhh, what was that?” He doesn’t stop, merciless in his advance. “I didn’t know you liked tickling… like that.” He’s teasing you, now. He can’t hide his pleased grin.

Between gasps, you manage to pant, “I… don’t…”

“Then what? Tell me.” That’s when Yoongi relents, leaning back. He continues to straddle you, because he’s cruel like that. (And because he likes it too.)

“You’re just… ugh, I don’t know… so close.” In Yoongi’s eyes, you’re a study in debauchery. From your struggle, your hair is mussed, the hem of your shirt awry. Your cheeks are flushed, from embarrassment or from the tickling, you don’t know. Your chest frantically rises and falls, trying to regain your breath.

You, on the other hand, feel fucking ridiculous. Contrary to popular belief, being on the recieving end of tickling is fucking physically exhausting.

Yoongi is stuck on the hot and bothered look on your face, except for the hard look in your eye. You despise being tickled, even if it is Min Yoongi doing the tickling. He wonders what you’d look like if you were underneath him in… different circumstances.

Would it compare?

“I… I… I just…” You avert your gaze now, hiding your face behind your hands. You can’t stand to look at him right now.

“Spill it, or I’ll go back to tickling you until you break.” He grabs your hands away from your face, pinning them next to your head.

He really isn’t going to make this easy for you, is he.

This is overwhelming. The eye contact is too much. The weight of his hands on your wrists, holding you down, is too much. The way his panting breath tickles the skin beneath your collar is too much. You’ve had a bad day, the voice in the back of your head whispers. He makes you forget how awful this semester has been. He makes you feel better. Make this day easier on yourself. Just give in.

There’s no hiding it now, you concede.

You shut your eyes, unable to face him. “It’s just… been a while.”

“Uh-huh. Continue?” He places his hands back on your stomach, as if in warning.

“Since uhhhh… I’ve done… anything… with anyone…” Your words hang heavy in the air. Your secret is out.

He laughs. He really has the audacity to laugh.

“Shut up! I’m just like, touch starved, okay?” You’re definitely just blushing out of embarrassment, at this point.

Yoongi starts to ponder if he crossed too far of a line, but you continue anyway. You huff, indignant and desperate to cover your ass. This is not how you ever imagined telling Yoongi you were ever interested in him, sexual or not.

“Not everyone is like, the campus pussy magnet and gets to fuck whenever they want,” You say.

He rolls his eyes. “Okay, I’m not the campus pussy magnet. We’re... not so different. I haven’t been with anyone, um, in a while.” Now Yoongi takes his turn to blush and stutter. He does that thing he always does when he’s nervous, runs a hand through his hair and lets it rest on the nape of his neck.

“I find that hard to believe. No need to lie out of pity. Like, come on. Look at you. You’re all…” You gesture down his body, “And you have that whole vibe going on, and you’re tall, and you have good taste in cologne, and-and-and you play the piano , and ugh. You should know that by now.” You babble on. You’re not that good at keeping secrets, anyway. Might as well let the cat out of the bag while you’re at it.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, but you’re not fazed. By now, you’re used to the long silences that elapse when you’re with him. You wait for him to talk first, just so you can discreetly enjoy the feeling of him straddling you for a little longer. You try to pass off the silence as you quietly fuming at him for calling out your lackluster sex life, but you’re really just trying get yourself together.

Then he starts laughing. Again.

“What are you laughing for now?” Your brow furrows in frustration.

“Nothing, nothing, don’t be mad. I just didn’t think that tickling would be a turn on for you.”

“It’s not!”

“To be completely honest with you, you look like one of those really innocent soft girls on the outside but you’re actually like, into choking and have a secret sex dungeon.” He doesn’t seem to care that you’ve all but revealed your massive, terminal crush on him.

You sigh, but you’re just glad he gave you something to fire back with.

“You and I both know that the university dorms are too small for a sex dungeon, Yoongi. I can’t even have candles in my room. What sex dungeon is complete without candles?”

“Oh, a devil in the details. The ambiance is important, I see…” That devious smile of his makes a comeback.

“Oh, shut up. Give me the flashcards, four-eyes.” He relinquishes the flashcards, but he still continues to straddle you.

“Woah, there’s no need to insult my glasses.”

You ignore him, desperate to move on from your momentary lapse in judgement. “Haydn?”

“1732 to 1809. What about music? Music must be important if you care about the ambiance. Answer my question.”

You laugh to cover up how worked up you are. “Maybe you can find out after we finish reviewing. Scarlatti?”

“1660 to 1725. What kind of music do you listen to? R&B, something sexy?” He sits up now, spurred on by your refusal to answer his questions.

“Or do you listen to classical music then, too? Does Chopin get your blood flowing?” He’s being insufferable now.

You groan into the pillow. “Yoongiii, let’s focus.”

“If it’s something like Liszt, I’m sure I have a couple recommendations.”

Yoongi sits up straighter, waggles his eyebrows in a way you definitely shouldn’t find endearing. “Or, I could record something for you…”

You snap. “Just, I don’t know, sometimes I listen to music?” Your attempts to stop the blushing are in vain, heat blooming across your cheeks and down your neck. It’s even harder to stop when it’s your embarrassingly short sexual history on the line.

“I prefer dirty talk anyways…” You murmur under your breath, wishing he could just get the fuck off your case. The more he keeps talking about things like this, in that tone of voice, the harder it’s going to get to keep your ever-growing crush a secret.

Still, some small part (let’s be honest, the monkey brain part of you) of you, the part of you that aches for him, wants to spur him on.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Nothing.”

“Hmm… something about dirty talk?” Fuck, does Yoongi have a good ear. He smiles. He knows he’s gotten you now.

Okay, you should probably admit to yourself that he’s flirting with you now. The touches, the holding you down, the insistence on pushing this tiny matter, it all adds up. And the math says that Min Yoongi is flirting with you.

“Mmm, nothing.” You snuggle a little deeper into his bedsheets, playing coy.

“You know, like during sex? Don’t make me tickle you again, because I will stoop that low.”

“I don’t remember saying that…” You mock-pretend to ponder his question, catch your bottom lip between your teeth. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his gaze fall downward. You know you’ve gotten him now.

“Can you refresh my memory?”

“Like… you know.” He shrugs.

“I’m an auditory learner. Do you have an example?”

“Hmm, let me think… I’ll tease you until you’re begging for me to touch you properly? Does that ring a bell for you?”

“No…” You bring your hands to your face to cover up your blush, and because you can’t stand to look at him. Not when he’s talking to you like that, with that look in his eye, his hands on your body. “It doesn’t…” You laugh, even beneath his weight.

He laughs. “I’m just teasing. You’re so cute when I get a rise out of you.”

Oh.

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control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader] pt.7

wow it took 30 years didnt it. i did it, fuckers. please give me attention-

anyway, heres the final part :) do i know how to proofread? no. thats it thats all i was gonna say, i just dont know how to proofread.

warnings: uhhh none i dont think

In the middle of August, the Ninja Sex Party dropped their newest album “Cool Patrol” and the two of you were in love. You were in Jeremy’s room, lying on his bed beside him sharing headphones as the album played, and it all felt so teenage rom-com that Jeremy was half-distracted the entire time by you and lost different lyrics because of that. “Orgy for One” played and you nudged Jeremy before mouthing “you” to him with a playful look in your eyes and a smile that set his heart racing. He laughed, and nudged you back just as playful before the beginning to “Danny Don’t You Know” brought the two of you back into reality. He was emotional, and so were you, and there was something about sharing an emotion with someone that was intimate enough to make his heart skip a beat.

Your phone buzzed after a while, and you sat up, pulling an earbud out. “Fuck, Jeremy-” You stood up quickly, scrambling to get your things together, “-my cousins were coming over to do that picture thing since we didn’t get a chance before - I gotta go, alright? I’ll text you in a bit.”

He wouldn’t remember what he said to you, or the dumb joke you made as you were leaving his room. He would remember how the minute you left, he added “Heart Boner” onto your playlist with a devious little smile as if he were getting away with something. Just a little joke between friends. After all - you had that little moment together, how could he not not?

An hour after you left, Michael showed up with a plastic bag filled with Chinese takeout for three - eyes widening when he saw your absence. His smile fell as he looked towards the bag in his hand, frowning slightly as he began to delve into his thoughts. For what felt like minutes, the two boys just sat there in silence as Michael finally untied the bag to pass his friend his portion of their meal, frustration evident in the way he furrowed his brow and refused to look him in the eye.

“They had a family thing,” Jeremy said. “Didn’t [y/n] text you?”

“No,” Michael said, “they did not. I said I was coming with food and-”

“It’s tradition,” Jeremy countered. “Y’know? It’s that little... sign-picture-thing. Some sort of family tradition their parents started when they were little.”

Michael rolled his eyes at the sappy expression crossing his best friend’s face as he placed what had been your meal on the dresser, before collapsing back onto his bed - tilting his head back to maintain eye contact. “That’s cute and all, but what do I do with their orange chicken?”

He shrugged, turning back to his computer to close out Spotify. “I dunno - we can go by their house later and see if they want it.”

He heard his comforter shift and assumed that Michael rolled over onto his stomach. “But I have egg rolls for them,” he whined, voice muffled slightly by what Jeremy could only guess was Michael laying his face in his hands.

A quick booting down of his computer. He shrugged again, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Just don’t eat them?”

The moment of silence could have killed a man. “Jeremiah.”

He spun to face him. “Michael.”

They maintained eye contact for a moment, before Michael shifted so that he was now sitting up - pulling the plastic bag closer to him. “So did you two fuck yet?”

A thousand broken words slipped past his lips as Jeremy struggled to say something - a question, a swear, something that didn’t make him look stupid. “Why would you ask that!?” he tried to ignore the way his voice raised an octave.

Meanwhile, Michael seemed to have no problem with disregarding his panic. “So you haven’t.”

“Uh. No? We’re just friends?”

“You sure?” Michael asked, not even giving him the chance to answer as he looked away. “I don’t know, dude, you’ve been pining for a fuckin’ while now. Why don’t you just ask them out?”

“I don’t like-” he paused, before shaking his head. If Michael knew, then he knew - there really wasn’t any point in denying it any further. “I don’t know, I like Christine still-”

“You can like more than one person at a time, Jeremiah.”

“I know, but...” “I don’t even know if they like me still.”

“Dude. Bro. Homie. Broseidon. Buddy. They wanna fuck.”

“Michael!”

“They’re at least interested in you,” he said with a mere shrug of indifference, “do you just not see how they look at you?”

“I don’t-” Jeremy started, and then he stopped, the words he wanted to say sticky and catching in his throat like honey. “I don’t think-” He paused, shutting his eyes, “Michael, I don’t know why they’d still be into me. Like... they did the whole...” He tapped at his temple, “thing because of me.” He hesitated. That wasn’t entirely true, was it? “Or... they did it slightly because of me. I just - I don’t think they’d, uh, y’know... want anything to do with me like that.”

There was understanding in Michael’s eyes, lit up before he looked away to the carton in his hand. He dug through it with chopsticks, letting out a sigh, “Dude, I get that, but... they like you, dumbass.”

Jeremy laughed it off. “Yeah, sure.”

“I mean it!” Michael countered, before dropping the topic, “I’m gonna eat your food if you don’t.”

“What-” Jeremy popped open his order, “fine, okay - but this conversation isn’t over, Michael.”

“Mhm. You’ll accept it later.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“You really suck at hiding your feelings, y’know?”

“Michael!”

Two weeks later, and Jeremy wasn’t sure how to feel.

There were strings of these little... moments between the two of you. He realized how much time he was spending over at your house after Michael teased him over it, how often the two of you studied together and how flustered he’d get when you were close to him, how many times he found himself grabbing your favorite candy from gas stations just to make you smile. One Sunday night, he was sitting at the end of your bed with a pillow hugged to his chest, spending another night at your house while Michael was off spending time with his family (not that Jeremy wouldn’t have been there otherwise - he stayed over every now and then just because he wanted to. Movie nights were good. Dinner was good. Being around you was good). You sat at your desk, legs crossed awkwardly in your chair in a position that looked uncomfortable to him but you showed no signs of discomfort as you continued to draw. The two of you had been talking, and Jeremy had just sat there fascinated with watching you draw after years of not recognizing your progress.

A question hit the air, heavy and loaded. “Would you have taken it?” You didn’t move to face him, the soft sound of your tablet pen tapping back against the surface as you scroll out and fumble giving away any nerves. “The... the SQUIP,” you went to clarify.

But he understood, and he spoke quick: “no.” He shifted slightly, holding the pillow closer to himself, “not after what it did to you.”

“But if you hadn’t known,” you said, pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts, “if... if it had been you, would you have done it?”

“I mean... I don’t think-”

“You can say yes, Jeremy,” you finally looked back at him. “I’m not gonna be mad or anything.”

His shoulders slumped slightly, a bit relieved of the thought. “Okay, then... yeah. I mean, yeah - who wouldn’t?”

You turned back to your work. “Yeah. Yeah, right? It sounds good. Like... you have a pill that’ll solve everything and tell you the right moves to make... who wouldn’t want that?”

That’s when Jeremy realized you’d been doubting yourself. Blaming yourself for saying yes. “I think a lot of people would have taken it.”

“Yeah... I think so, too.” You stopped drawing after a moment, turning around fully to face him, “can I confess something?”

He nodded slowly. “Oh. Uh. Yeah, sure?”

“I don’t keep the Mountain Dew Red because I’m scared it’ll come back and destroy everything and leave me fucked,” you said in a rush of words, shutting your eyes for a moment. “Sorry. I just needed to get it off my chest but... I think it’s better this way.”

“Hey, no,” Jeremy reached out, fingers brushing over your shoulder. “Michael and I would find more.”

You fumbled with your pen, it falling to the floor as you swore softly under your breath. Jeremy reached for it just as you did, foreheads clashing in cliche fashion as you immediately push back. A moment later, he offered your tablet pen back to you.

He spoke after you took it. “Hey, uh, c’mere for a minute.”

So you dropped your pen onto your desk and pulled your chair over to the bed. Uncharacteristically calm and soft, he took one of your hands in a motion less Jeremy and more... you... you weren’t sure. It wasn’t entirely Jeremy, that much was confirmed.

“There was this stuff that mom used to way when I was a kid,” he said quietly, dragging his thumb over your knuckles. “It was this whole...thing about how the ‘loudest voice has to be yours’ when you’re doubting yourself and shit - I don’t know, it just kinda stuck with me and... I’m glad I’ve gotten to know you, because you’re... different? Like - you keep going, and, uh, you’re a big nerd who laughs at my stupid jokes and... I’m glad you’re you, I guess?”

You cracked a small smile as you pulled back from him. Before he can question whether he crossed a line, you answer, “I’m saving this. I can’t focus on art with your sappy ass saying shit like that.” You stood, tucking your chair under your desk as you sat on your bed. “Fuckin’ sweet dork,” you mumbled as you pulled Jeremy into a hug.

He stiffened up for a moment, only to wrap his arms around you after a moment. He smiled into your shoulder, saying a muffled “Shut up” into it as you giggled.

You pulled away with a smile. “Why don’t you make me, Jeremy?”

One of his biggest regrets was not asking to kiss you right then and there.

Days later, you were in his room for once, sitting on his bed beside him. You were tired, far more than he was, looking at math problems that were blurry to you as you stifled back another yawn. Jeremy had stretched out, awkwardly leaning against his headboard as he tried to stay away until you finally resigned for the night - shutting your notebook and tossing it towards your backpack with a noisy clamor. You leaned against him, mumbling words long forgotten into his shoulder - likely about hating numbers - only to whine when he sat forward a moment later. Soon enough, he returned to be your pillow once more, laughing softly as you curled into his side contently and making some joke about how you only wanted him around for this reason.

“Nope,” you had hummed, “too bony. Bad pillow.”

He snorted a little, reaching up to tuck back a strand of hair out of place. “You seem happy.”

“I am,” you hummed. “Since it’s you.”

He reached up, gently tugging you closer to him in order to worm an arm around you. “You’re tired.”

“Mhm.”

“Sorry I kept you up.”

“That’s okay,” you mumbled into his shoulder, shifting slightly to be closer to him. “Math is stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” he countered, “you just aren’t good at it.”

“Thus making it stupid, Jeremiah.”

Eventually, you went quiet. At first, Jeremy thought you’d fallen asleep, but you sat forward slightly, looking up at him and it was almost like there had been magnetism between you. You had leaned forward, and he gently reached up to guide your face to his, and the two of you kissed for a soft, quiet moment. Soon enough, you had drawn away and cuddled back up to him. He wasn’t sure if he fell asleep first, but he remembered how warm you felt against him and he remembered feeling nothing but warmth in his chest as he eventually dozed off.

There were a few things that hit Jeremy when he woke up. The pain in his back from falling asleep half-sitting against the headboard of his bed, the weight on him that confused him for a moment for a millisecond before he felt your hot breath tickling his skin, face buried in his neck. Then the memory of the night before - of a clumsy kiss he’d been craving for so long, and the way you kissed back and maybe that was his imagination? He wasn’t sure, but the thought was enough to nearly make him jolt - but you were enough to keep him as still as he could be. He looked at how peaceful you looked, and he felt his heart swell at just how warm you were against him and the memory of your lips haunted him as he felt his skin grow hotter. If remembering kissing you was enough to make him completely flustered, anything more would probably kill him.

Eventually, you woke up, groggy and sleep-ridden still at first as you sat forward and rubbed at your face. “Jeremy, I hate to break it to you-” You paused, yawning, “-but you aren’t a great pillow.”

He chuckled at that, sitting forward. “Hey, uh... sorry to, uh, ask, but, uh, do... do you remember anything about last night...?”

You stared at him, uncertain at first before you thought back on what had happened. You threw your notebook at your bag. And then... It came back to you, striking you hard and fast. “Oh.”

“I- I’m sorry,” he stammered, “I just - I was tired and I wasn’t thinking and I shouldn’t have...”

And he slowly trailed off when he saw the way you were looking at him, voice caught in his throat as your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips and then back. He heard you whisper something - “fuck it,” he was pretty sure - before you started going in for another kiss - and he leaned forward to meet you halfway, a hand sliding into your hair as you grow closer to him. The night before had been gentle, sleep-ridden and warm - and now the two of you are awake and clumsy and so wonderfully alive during this messy kiss. His teeth had clashed against yours, your forehead bumped against his, but you correct. A little less force, a little more gentleness, a changing of an angle - the tiny ways to make things better and less awkward.

In a bold move you definitely didn’t expect, Jeremy’s hand falls to your hips, pulling you closer to him by your belt loops (a cruel reminder that you were asleep in jeans). His kisses grew slightly more frantic, more hungry, more needy - the tiniest little whimper slipping past his lips once you finally pull yourself back, breathing softly as you stared at him. His hand slipped back to your jaw, thumb grazing your jawline slowly and gentle.

“Jeremy?” you whispered, staring at him, “wait, you-”

“I... I know we were gonna try to be friends, but... I think I like you.”

You stared at him, flustered as he tore his gaze away from yours - a pretty rosy hue decorating his skin, blotchy and creeping up his neck to the tips of his ears.

“I, uh, I mean, I didn’t... I never planned on, uh... I just - I don’t - I, uh, I think you’re... a big nerd. You... you laugh with me and you, uh, you care about things - and you... you remember things about me - and, uh, other people do but... you’re just... you’re different.” He trailed a thumb across your skin. “You... feel like home. Even, uh, even if this... doesn’t really go anywhere, I - I’m glad that I know you and- I understand if you don’t, uh, don’t actually want this to go anywhere but-”

And you laughed. At first his stomach dropped, anxiety taking over as he grew nervous over the thought of you rejecting him - but something about the way you laughed made his heart flutter, one hand steadying yourself on his shoulder while the other hid your face.

“I... I don’t really know how to explain it better, but... can I, uh, can I kiss you again?”

And you laughed again, reaching up to brush back hair from his face. “Yes, Jeremy. You can kiss me again.”

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